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.

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


Seth Rogan for best boyfriend.

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Eye contact: how souls catch fire.
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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


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.