My scars are healing, but I’m not.(via sadandsuicidxl)
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.(via candor-thoughts)
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I refuse to chase anyone anymore.Six Word Story (via moaka)
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Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.A novel written by me. (via princessariel2323)
you ever get in those moods where a family member just opens their mouth and youre like
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming. Rachel C. Lewis
This. This. This. Millions of times this.
Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.(via missinyouiskillingme)
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