sofuckinqdone:

my type is tall skinny white boys with messy hair who look like they’re addicted to drugs &/or haven’t slept in a month

pvnk-is-dad:

I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.

You’re the only person I’ve ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out  (via llogicas)

I’ve known you for six years. I was never good enough for you then so why was I naive to think I would be good enough for you now?

If you think I miss you,
that I stay inside,
lay in bed and cry,
questioning the end and
asking myself why,
If you think I’m worried I lost a dime,
in a sea full of quarters with
much better shine,
If you think I’m fretting over
running out of time,
Remember who I am,
and remember to think twice, because
If you thought this was your chance at
being the heartbreaker,
you’re out of your goddamn mind.
Kayla Kathawa - you can’t break my heart. (via ninakathawa)
My voice still cracks when I say your name.
a nine word love story (via amoribus)
We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.
Olivia Wilde, Her: Love in the Modern Age (via heresay)
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.
(via br0ku)

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe