He’s not exactly beautiful, but she kisses him anyway. He’s not exactly attractive, but she takes him home anyway. She kisses him because his smile is a hundred times more real than all the gorgeous guys she’s kissed, and it lights up his not so beautiful face. She takes him home because he’s got a certain energy, a certain intensity, a certain goodness, a certain something that just drives her irrevocably insane. She kisses him again one fateful night and realizes that though his insides turn hers inside out, his outside isn’t doing it for hers. She wonders why she can’t see past his crooked nose and fucked up teeth, and she hates herself for being such a shallow shit. But she kisses him again - she kisses him one last time. She kisses him so she’ll remember what kissing a beautiful man feels like the next time she kisses a pretty one.
— (via orlansky)
Reblogged from Ben Orlansky
And when the moon is up at the dark of night
it is your body I desire on top of mine.
Even when your windows reflect the sun’s rays,
I think I will still crave your taste.

More Than A Kiss by M.D.L

(via mingdliu)
We didn’t say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.
— William Saroyan (via feellng)
Reblogged from feeling
I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
Reblogged from Larmoyante
Reblogged from Goodwin 'Mac'alister
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
— Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars
(via h0odrich)
Reblogged from whatever forever
As I have aged and become an adult,
what I look for in a partner has changed.
It is simpler now, purer, but also agonisingly
hard to find: I need somebody who makes
me feel something again, somebody who
relights the fire.
Beau Taplin || On what really matters and just how
rare it is.
(via afadthatlastsforever)
Reblogged from || BEAU TAPLIN ||

And I learned ‘You deserve better’

was sometimes no more

than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,

and I want you to be happy,

but I don’t love you anymore.

— Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better (via larmoyante)
Reblogged from Larmoyante
Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.
— Anonymous (via blackbruise)
Reblogged from INTO THE WOODS.

forbrightskies:

  • If you want to have sex after being together one hour that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one week that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one month that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one year that’s fine
  • If you want to wait until marriage that’s fine
  • If you’re not even together that’s fine too
  • IT’S ALL FINE NOW PLEASE STOP THINKING OTHER PEOPLE’S SEX IS YOUR BUSINESS THANK YOU 
Reblogged from || ♢ GODDESS ♢ ||
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
— (via n0ty0urbaby)
Reblogged from fearless.†
I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
— (via thesextape)
Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her
— (via subtle)
Reblogged from INTO THE WOODS.
According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
— Plato, The Symposium (via kushandwizdom)
Reblogged from INTO THE WOODS.
Reblogged from INTO THE WOODS.