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Waking up too early because your breath
is heavy
in the bed next to me:
wide-eyed-awake early morning reveries.

I could probably make a sermon
out of the way your mother looks at me.

I could probably make a sermon
out of the way you mouth words in your sleep.

Light slipping through the curtains,
every part of you looks saccharine.

I want to wash your feet with my hair.
I want to rinse my mouth out with soap.
I want to wash your feet with my hair.
I want to rinse my mouth out with soap."
"This Is How New Religions Start" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
11:50 PM + 155 + reblog
sirearnestporkchop eatingasandwich
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I want to give you hickeys in places only you and I can see them."
• (via makeascene123)
11:45 PM + 11928 + reblog
makeascene123 he-needed-more-than-me
3 hours ago at 11:41 PM
man-and-camera.com hauntful
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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

"
• Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)
11:23 PM + 39044 + reblog
langleav lovequotesrus
3 hours ago at 11:19 PM
crackrock-kids:

my car broke down on the highway the other day but i got to watch a really nice sunset while i waited for the tow truck
crackrock-kids permanent-n0stalgia
3 hours ago at 11:18 PM
baylibri highpriincess
3 hours ago at 11:16 PM
incanddescent theycallmeemeg
3 hours ago at 11:15 PM

“If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything. I’d do it all again.”
Skins uk (2007-2013)
kayascodeliaro long-shadow
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Art is to console those who are broken by life."
• Vincent van Gogh (via princessofnana)
11:14 PM + 652 + reblog
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cardcaptorr dispair
3 hours ago at 11:06 PM
lonq scruples
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I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…"
• (via mysteriouslesbian)
11:05 PM + 118437 + reblog
h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart pussyposse
4 hours ago at 11:00 PM
ceyfe:

Last night is a blur, 1 (the white parts are transparent)
ceyfe universul
4 hours ago at 10:52 PM
patientlights:

I wrote this while I was on coke
patientlights dr0wned-in-r0mance