Apr 12, 2014
417,944 notes
I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
(via dangerdannyy)

(Source: stayygone, via this--too--shall--pass)

Apr 12, 2014
930 notes
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
Jim Morrison (via observando)
Apr 12, 2014
12,841 notes

♡ Black & White blog ♡


♡ Black & White blog ♡

(via keepit-together)

Apr 12, 2014
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Apr 12, 2014
824 notes
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via observando)
Apr 12, 2014
68,855 notes
Apr 3, 2014
6,738 notes
It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
Haruki Murakami (via 69honeybeez1)

(Source: hellanne, via 69honeybeez1)

Apr 3, 2014
4,896 notes
What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep.
K.  (via 69honeybeez1)

(Source: with-grace-and-guts, via 69honeybeez1)

Apr 3, 2014
32,833 notes
Sleeping by myself, curled up like a question mark, come and answer me.
Haiku, Eliza Kane (via 69honeybeez1)

(via 69honeybeez1)

Apr 1, 2014
155,684 notes

(Source: tintinlontoc, via kellsterr)

Apr 1, 2014
36,348 notes
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via overrated-youth)

(Source: larmoyante, via ithinkicouldunderstand)

Apr 1, 2014
58,791 notes
I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out of your mouth.
(via the-psycho-cutie)

(via this--too--shall--pass)

Apr 1, 2014
24,087 notes
I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.
David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist  (via hefuckin)

(Source: larmoyante, via this--too--shall--pass)

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