Sober or drunk, it’s always you. —"There goes my Heart" (Anonymous)
Let’s get drunk at midnight, listen to our favorite songs and kiss so much that our lips burn —(via bl-ossomed)


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

» Reaching under the panties


Disclaimer: I’m outside smoking a cigarette listening to music and I’m gonna write a story so be warned. Story is fictional and irrelevant.

So there is a guy named chris. He is twenty-two years old. Earlier in the week chris spotted a girl across the street from where he is sitting and was…


Clear your mind here

1. Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made
During the winter months when you were seven? Or have you not tasted her well enough to find the fine granules of cocoa that lightly come with each kiss?

2. Do you know her favorite songs? Not when she is happy, but when she is sad. What music reaches inside her ribcage and softly consoles her heart?

3. When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door? Words do not wipe away tears, fingers do.

4. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night? Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep? Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami?

5. Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love?

6. Everytime you see her do you kiss her like it’s the last time but love her like it’s the first?

7. Do you love her?

8. Do you love her?

"Things I Want To Ask Your Boyfriend" - Nishat Ahmed  (via pale-afternoon)


We are more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing for having been to hell and come back breathing. —Clementine von Radics, Broken (via splitterherzen)
You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you. —Just So It’s Clear | Lora Mathis (via splitterherzen)
They laugh until laughing makes them kiss.
They kiss until kissing makes them laugh. —Sarah Ruhl (The Clean House)



on cloud 9 with the love of my life, or actually, above it :)

oh my goodness

Anonymous whispered: Hello beautiful, it's been a while I haven't messaged you.. You look like you're doing better, are you? <3

Mm yeah its better thank you lovely How about you, everything’s good ? ☺️