February 2012
January 2012
...It Pours: I'm scared of myself when I love... →
whenitraeens:
I don’t want to do it too strongly, and end up empty. Or do it too roughly, and end up hurting, or hold it too tightly and end up smothering..
I want to be perfect, and I can’t.
Sometimes, Im afraid to want too openly. I don’t want to seem as empty as I am. I want someone to come along and…
Trust NOBODY.
behindthewalls:
“I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits;...
December 2011
mikeystryk:
California - Wiz Khalifa
I Plead the Saks Fifth.: Denouement by Dream... →
complexxxsimplicity:
Romantic love is always inconveniently self announcing,
despite of its unwilling participants. Wounded healers,
unavailable men in need of constant companionship.
Women whose haunted havens are unsafe.
Love shit.
You can adore someone from a distance,
and with little action,
but…
Reblog if you were born in the 90's and don't have...
lolsofunny:
