He was the day. She was the night.
He lived for misty mornings. She lived for crazy midnights. He was the sun. She was the moon. They were opposite souls. Yet both waited impatiently for the rare days when they might coexist peacefully.
“[…] Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. […]”— Pablo Neruda, If you forget me (via soulsscrawl)
“If this is only temporary, just tell me; I’ll keep you in mind, but not in heart.”— s.s. (stephenstilwell)
Not every sorry deserves an “it’s okay” in return
(via fabbiness)
She is dangerous when she is hurt. She can easily destroy everything around her, but she doesn’t. Instead she destroys herself.
Aletta S.
(via the-homie-sexual)
i’m not forcing shit, value me or miss me.
(via the-homie-sexual)
I’m a simple woman. I find a song I like, I listen to it for three weeks uninterrupted until I find another one.
(via gayisnotasynonymforjalex)
Let’s lay in your bed and listen to some music and make out.
(via broke-and-defeated)
rb if you fucking hate your boobs
Having H cups is the fucking worse
(via dainty-die-t)
“I wanted to stay and be lost. Who doesn’t want to drown in the beauty of another.”— Kazim Ali, from “Paris,” Bright Felon: Autobiography and Cities
(via broke-and-defeated)
“People who text back instantly. I like that.”— (via love-diaries)
(via broke-and-defeated)
