Leave all your love and your loving behind
lover(s)
I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
by (via jessielou24)

(via weak-ends)

decadediary:

Photo by Dan Martensen

peachnaked:

I seriously hate small talk so stressful and uncomfortable

(via coco-moonbeam)

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere
by (via wanderforthblog)

(via springbre-eze)

insanity-and-vanity:

"I just feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded by other people."
Lost in Translation (2003)
You threw her away. You threw away the girl that would do anything and everything for you. You threw away the girl that gave her all and trusted you with it. You threw away the girl that put her whole self into being there for you. You threw away the girl that shut every other person out in her life because she told herself she couldn’t trust them. You threw away the girl that sees the entire world in you. You threw away the girl that went through hell just to be with you. You threw away the girl that was willing to wait as long as it took until she could call you hers. You threw away that girl that still wanted you even when you treated her as if she was nothing. You threw away the girl that spent months hoping you two could be together eventually. You threw away the girl that stays up at night, wondering if you’re okay. You threw away the girl that continued to do so much for you even though she got nothing in return. You threw away the girl that didn’t listen to the bad things that others said about you. You threw away the girl that would do anything in the world for you. You threw her away. And guess what? You lost her.
by (via casskoloski)

(via kantasia)

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.
by Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight  (via pretendthatyourealone)

(Source: observando, via pentha)

(Source: naezekra, via thesubbburbs)

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
by (via coyotegold)

(Source: onedirtydiamond, via pentha)

One day I woke up
and we no longer spoke
the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since.
by Where did you go?, Hishaam Siddiqi  (via versteur)

(Source: pridefulvanity, via yumyumyumcha)