dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night i know you would never DO anything, you never do but.. i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication. after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away this is not true after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down while he still has control over his motor functions he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes spooning every morsel into her mouth she wastes nothing even the exoskeleton goes she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them now that.. is selflessness i could never do that for you so i have a new plan i’m gonna leave you now i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices i hope you do the same i will jay walk at every opportunity i will steal things i could easily afford i will be rude to strangers i hope you do the same i hope reincarnation is real i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures i hope we are reborn as flies so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.
Jared Singer, “An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter” (via articulat)
But sometimes,
even though I’m over it,
it still hurts.
I will never stop loving you. (via written-on-polaroids)
It’s easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher — and cooler.
Thom Yorke (via yesterday-tomrrow)

lovelysuggestion:

someone told me i’ve been smiling a lot more now that I’ve met you.

I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.
(via bl-ossomed)
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
Nikita Gill
(via wordsnquotes)
Don’t apologize, and then do it again..
Unknown (via iamwhoiam-noexcuses)
What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.
(via bled)
Your worst parts are better than my best parts.
From My Lovers’ Lips (via cynsterrr)