I swear, honey, that if I only knew how to love, you’d be the sun in my mornings and I’d be the moon in your darkest nights.
It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical...– Naguib Mahfouz (via thatkindofwoman)
The simplest memories can be the most powerful ones. Your skin was so soft.
I want what they have. I want it so bad.
The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise...– Lindy West, “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit” (via jatigi)
We’ll meet someday and these Saturday nights spent alone in my room will be just a distant memory.
Maybe someday I’ll find him, whoever he is, wherever he is, even if he’s not looking for me. I’lll find him, I want to believe.
Tumblr is full of junkies.
The worst part of being single for a long time is how easily I seem to get a crush on everyone. And it’s usually on the impossible ones.
”Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention”
Buy me a beer and let's go.