isn’t it weird to think that most people you know had sex? that cute old lady sitting next to you on the bus? prob choked on a dick at one point in her life
(Source: cyberho, via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
Hot bodies are good for sex
and looking good on your arm,
but I know you are smarter than
to settle for this. Kind hearts
are good for loving your broken
parts and accepting you for
what you are. Beautiful souls
are good for teaching you about
life and happiness. Gentle spirits
are good for bringing peace and
harmony into your life. Artistic
minds are good for appreciating
differences and depth. Honest
consciences are good for trust
and reliability. Playful characters
are good for laughter and fun.
Don’t you see? When you’re 80
and looking at the last 60 years
of your life, what kind of person
do you want to have spent it with?
Every time I come across this photo, I can’t help but feel a tug at my heart. The way she gently rests her hand on his, as if she absentmindedly reached out for him. Their affect doesn’t look forced but completely second nature. The sense of touch is enough.
(Source: burningdance, via destroyingg-myself)
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
I know I shake when you don’t call and I feel like I can’t breathe when you forget to tell me you love me. I know that sometimes the words that come spilling out of my mouth at 3 AM make me sound crazy. I know that I love you a little too much. I know everything really hurts right now. I hope you know that I will always be here to keep the blood inside your veins. I hope you know that I will always be here to kiss you goodnight even if I fall asleep crying afterwards. I hope you know that you are the only reason I’ve still got stars hidden under my skin. I hope you know that you are the only thing that keeps the flowers in my lungs from dying. I know we’re fucked up. I know that sometimes I make you feel like you’re choking. I hope you know that I’m sorry. I hope you know that I see you in everything. I hope you know that it’s okay. I hope you know that you’re all I want. I hope you know that I think you’re wonderful. I hope you know that I think you’re every sunset and every thunderstorm and every cup of tea in the universe. I hope you know that you are my entire galaxy. I hope you know that I love you.