“I don’t care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.”
— Unknown (via verticalism)
“Hell is other people.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre (via neckkiss)
Shoutout to all of the people going through some shit, but still trying their hardest to be positive. I’m proud of you.
I think of days and nights where I’m just looking up at you, you’ll be kissing me; your hand on my cheek and each and every day it’ll be better than the last and we’ll be fucking happy. Not the fake kind, not the settling kind. The real fucking kind. Set the world on fire kind. The passionate, the unconditional, the wild kind of love. Nothing will be left in our wake. It’ll only be us. It’ll be beautiful, people will be envious. People won’t understand us, they don’t get it. You’ll touch me and I’ll come alive. People will see the difference. They’ll see the look in my eyes when you touch the lower part of my back. They’ll see love dripping from your fingertips with the way you touch me tenderly. They’ll see the love dripping from my lips just waiting to be with you, they’ll see it, they’ll see that I’m just waiting til they fuck off so I can kiss you again, acting like I actually care what they are talking about when really all I want to do is kiss you and afterwards you’ll speak in a language only I can understand. Every kiss. Every touch. A new found meaning. Everything with you will be a fucking experience laced with love. Bliss. So I can’t wait to experience everything with you, and I’m excited that you are the person I’ll get to experience everything with. It’ll be the most holy experience.
im obsessed w physical closeness, romantically….not even sexually just if u date me it’s all hugging all the time we are gonna lay in bed and im gonna cuddle w u, we will stand in the kitchen and i will stand hip to hip w u, u will sit on the couch and i will stroke your hair and kiss your forehead….it’s so intoxicating as a concept
“How to kill someone: Pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.”
— (via blutlecken)
x
(via 6-pm)
No one breaks your heart more than you do by overthinking every goddamn little thing
Stop being mean to me I’ve got eyes and I’m not afraid to cry
third base is when you both discuss your emotional trauma with one another
All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary.
if it makes you happy, it’s not a waste
a wee doodle to remind myself that fresh starts are a good thing, everyone grows at their own pace 🌱🌱🌱
It has to be passionate or I don’t want it.
do you ever just fucking hate yourself for not working hard enough to reach your full potential?? cuz same.
‘you’ series by peytonfulford


