Emotions are supposed to be raw, ugly, brutal…you don’t want someone to ‘sorta’ love you. You want that love to be a bursting flame, not a candle.
-Came up in conversation.  (via childoflust)

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success-get-them-jealous:

luxury rap, fashion n stuff
It disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
-Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via sicksex)

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Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sun sets. We just tend to complicate the process.
-Adrian Foster (via petrichour)

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this crazy mess we live in is so secretly beautiful
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
Feelings are just visitors. Let them come and go.
and he’ll never know
that I wrote that
all for him
-he may never even see it (via teenagetension)

(via vodkacupcakes)

There’s no story here.
I let you flirt with me
because I’m lonely.
I let the dinner party go on
as long as I can and then I pull the tablecloth out from underneath
us until I’m the only
dish that hasn’t fallen to the floor.

I don’t think I have it in me,
the fairy tale you’re talking about.
The one where I call you back
and sound like the princess,
all hopeless and helpless in love.
Most times I’m satisfied
with just being wanted,
because I’m still my own and
you still can’t stand it and God,
it tastes good,
the air on the way back to my place, alone as ever.

Give me a feeling. Any feeling.
I’ll chew it up and spit out
something pretty,
tie the tenderness with my tongue
and hand the cherry stem to you,
all mangled and gorgeous.

I talk so much for someone who
has nothing to say.

Yeah, I’m full of it.
Yeah, I’ve already thought about
fucking you in every single
place we’ve walked by and no,
I’m not gonna do anything about it.
But I will call you at three in the
morning and kiss you
until you’re sure something
else is going to happen,
then I’ll say goodnight, belly full
of satisfied.

I’m actually vicious.
A sliver of me is stone and that’s the
only place I let you touch because
it’s the only place that won’t
remember you.

So, okay, maybe there’s a story here.
Maybe it’s not the one I thought
it was,
but at least it’s something.
-Caitlyn Siehl, Something Pretty (via alonesomes)

(via merklurknasty)

You were everything I was looking for when I wasn’t even looking.
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