momunofu:

I found your street on google maps

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I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.

Connotativewords | jl | You and Me (via connotativewords)

shingeki-no-kou:

I wish boobs did the bra thing without having to wear the bra

I don’t give a fuck what people think because people don’t think

— kanye (via fuckinq)

I think the hardest thing for me to wrap my head around is the fact that things won’t ever be the way they once were. Even if I tried to find your heart again, it would be much different than the way I left it.

— Cassie Marin (via jennayliu)
youdlookbetterbymyside:

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I’m alone
in a body that can’t
love me.

— Margaret Gibson, from “The Waiting”  (via myrtsi)

When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.

— (via lolaandwillow)

Everything passes. Everything changes. Just do what you think you should do.

Bob Dylan (via coca-koala)