I wish I didn’t fucking care about you. I wish I could just forget about all the words we exchanged and forget about all the emotions we shared. I wish I didn’t taste your lips after every cigarette I fucking smoke. I wish the weather didn’t remind me of your laugh and I wish I could order pizza without thinking about your voice when you placed my order. I fucking wish I never experienced your fucking smile when you kissed me. I wish I never felt your hands embrace my body. I wish I never heard your fucking cry for me. I wish I never felt the tears on my hands when I held your face at 3am when you asked me why I chose you. I wish it never fucking happened. And I wish I could go back and take it all back because this pain I am going through honestly isn’t worth all the happiness you gave me through that short period of time. It isn’t worth all the tears I now shed at the thought of never hearing your laugh or ever seeing your smile again. It isn’t worth it. I fucking miss you and you don’t miss me. So fuck you. You fucked me up.
—  Your loss xo
I love when you first have sex with someone and you go from kissing really hard to really slow. When you make eye contact and glide your fingers over their body and get used to the way they feel, exploring them for the first time. Your heart is beating so fast and all you can hear is the way they breathe and feel the way they kiss your neck. When they smile and you find yourself smiling too. And you’re thinking you can get used to them like that. I wish I could save every detail of those types of moments in my brain.
—  Feeling something with someone for the first time is the scariest, most exhilarating thing in the world.

byrnedavid asked:

i feel like i relate to you a lot yuta, your art really means a lot to me! i wish i could express myself like you do.

alexa~~♡♡♡ thank you~~~♡♡♡♡♡♡!! i wish i was a person who can send lovely lovely fluffy fluffy baby bunny’s tummy message to scummy scummy bloody bloody rabid junkie’s tummy face asshole (●´ڡ`●)♡ like you did. thank you, my rabid junkie’s navel is puking, no no i’m crying, thank you so much♡ aww my rabid junkie’s nipple wants to be licked by you, no no i want to kiss you♡ milk milk milk, no no kiss kiss kiss~~~ (๑•̑з•̑๑)੭ु⁾⁾ ~~~♡♡♡!!


Maura had said that she’d kill her true love if she kissed him. Gansey was supposed to die this year. What were the odds? Gansey had to be her true love. He had to be. Because there was no way she was going to kill someone.


Ghosts of the past


Doctor/Rose + Hugs
So put your arms around me and I’ll never let go


Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

Just a lil something something for theoburr
I saw this in my files… Let’s just say I had a sudden huge love for you and finished it up.

Here is the fic that created this image: Everyday Kind of Love

Sometimes I wish I could take everything back. I wish I could take back the memories, the jokes, the kisses, the hugs, the late night talks saying how much we loved each other, and also all the tears and pain in my heart. I wish I could take back all the times I said I miss you too and let you come back. I wish I could take back all the shit I shared with you and the times I opened up and broke down in front of you. I wish I could take all the smiles and tears back that I wasted on you. I wish I could take it all back so that way I still wouldn’t have that ache in my heart every time I hear someone say your name or see a picture of you or just walk anywhere in my fucking house where we shared a memory. I wish I could take it all back so I wouldn’t have to remember all those things when I lay in the same bed at night that you once laid in. I hate what you did to me, but in a fucked up way a part of me will always love you.
—  How I feel about you(via. querquelife)