I want you.
Right now.
Your lips on mine.
Your hands around my waist.
My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.
Heavy breaths.
Deep stares.
I want you.
Right now.
In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.
Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep.

(via makelvenotwar)

(Source: we-are-each-other)

There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.
Ruth Ozeki, My Year of Meats (via wordsnquotes)

courtaa:

Seth Rogan for best boyfriend.

(Source: curlybrownboy)

Eye contact: how souls catch fire.
(via violentzen)

(Source: seabois)


dunkboys:

same

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)
loving the idea of someone

mimickingmaelstroms:

i see you walk the halls
like a ghost. a ghost
with books cradled in the
crook of his arms
and windswept hair.
your eyes are
day-four bruises
from a fall down the stairs
but instead of you hurting,
it is me who flinches
whenever those bruises
sweep past me. and
i wonder what kind of
brain signals run through
your neurons. i hope
it’s the same kind that
runs through mine.
i hope your synapses
don’t fuck it up.