October 2009
I want to have you. I want to have 100% of you. I don’t want 95 or 75 or even...
– (via poeticheartache)
Lovestoned.
I want to be lovestoned. Not lovewasted; or lovefaded; or loveamphetamined. I want to love like tomorrow will always come so today is just okay. Without a rush or racing hearts to a depressing low. Because sometimes we just race into a crash. And, God, I’m tired of fucking dying. I want no rush, no clutter, no wasted bodies and hearts. I just want you+me and the smoke. I want to take my...
all i can do is pretend he’s my Somebody.
It doesnt matter how many books you research or people you ask about their...
– (via staree) (via minaslumber)
Love never says ‘I have done enough’
– Saint Marie Eugenie(via prettyprecocity)(via followandreblog)(via themorninglight) (via minaslumber)
all these crazy rules
“so i’m trying pretty hard to be perfect. perhaps perfect is too strong; mindful, considerate, eager to please, call it what you will. don’t text too much because it comes across as desperate. never send two texts in a row for the same reason. no facebook chat every time he logs on, ‘cause that’s desperate too, as is ‘Liking’ everything he posts, so don’t do that either. remember not to ask...
Done Crying
dearoldlove:
I’m done crying. I need to feel amazed, happy, and pursuing a dream. But I’ll always love you.
“I want to climb into bed with someone and have them hold me throughout the entire night. I want both of us to be completely naked. No make-up to hide imperfections. I want to feel the intensity and warmth of their breath on the back of my neck without a cotton barrier. I want to feel every jolt of nervousness and doubt as they trace their fingertips over my body. I want to feel every curve...
To me, the best feeling in the world is getting a hug from the boy you care...
– (via poeticheartache)
Somethings never get better. None of us know why...
(via poeticheartache)
I'm seriously lacking.
“ I want lip stained cheeks, and a love stained heart. I want -endless- soul and to never, ever f a l l a-part. I beg the sun everyday, to go away and bring the rain. So I can hide in my sweaters, indulge in the heat of my coffee and pretend that I’m (complete).
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I have this habit of just fucking falling apart.
It’s overused. It’s a cliché. It’s corny. It’s just a line. It’s illogical. It’s...
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I'm doing fine. Just sometimes I think of you....
maddieness:
thelittlestarcollector:
finallyseeing:lovebot:overflowing: gatekeeper: (via dirtyprettys)
But love, I’ve come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bed...
– Nicholas Sparks (via littlemiss)