“I would just like to be where you are; I would just like to trust you and love you and be with you. Only with you. Inside of you, around you, in all conceivable and inconceivable places. I would like to be where you are.”
— Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
please love me in the most soft and loyal way. I’m so tired.
push your thigh up between my legs when you make out with me
Craving that “holy fuck I’ve missed you” sex. Shove me up against a wall, throw me on the bed like I couldn’t get there fast enough. Tease me and make me beg and just take fucking control.
For her, the stars.
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Abandoned intersection near Ottawa. [720 × 404].
and i finally felt like i was home ( @late-nights-and-daydreams )
“Nobody ever says that, that those who fear falling in love have this tendency to be more affectionate and nurturing and gentle lovers. It’s not the fear of “falling in love” that they’re actually afraid of but the fear of “being in love.” The fear of being somewhere they’ve always wanted and the fear of not being worthy enough of it.”
— Juansen Dizon, Philophobia
- S.A // I miss you even when I’m not lonely
