December 2010
17302.) i wish you weren’t so far away.
“The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down...”
– Tegan Quin (via runawaytrain)
I think I’ve reblogged this once; or maybe something like this. But I just love this quote.
(via nylelyn)
“All our fights and lies made us stronger. Thats where you can tell if its real...”
– Edyl Patrick Victoria (via quote-book)
“I like girls. I like sex with girls. I like their rosey lips, their hard...”
– Emily Fitch (via wellyouscareme)
17318.) If you’re looking for a sign, this is it.
wordsandfeathers:
wordslikeair:
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I proclaim, allowing kisses to replace commas because I’ve always believed that punctuation leaves something to be desired.
How long does it take to stop loving someone?
autostraddle:
i’ve never stopped loving anyone i’ve ever truly loved
Ask Riese anything
“You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make...”
– Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)
“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where...”
– Leo Tolstoy (via quote-book)
“I could tear open my bosom with vexation to think how little we are capable of...”
– The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (via thechocolatebrigade)
“You wonder what he’s thinking when he shivers like that. What can you tell me,...”
– Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)
leukocytes:
68 hours until you’ll be climbing into bed with me to start the New Year. 68 hours until your arms are around me. 68 hours until my heart tries to beat out of my chest again. 68 hours until I feel alive again. 68 hours.
tierneylee:
Being in love, in a word, is beautiful. Being in love, in several words, is knowing that there is a soul that shines brighter because of you, feeling strengthened and empowered by a set of bones and muscles that live to help, hold, support, and push you, trusting that the flesh you so often touch, kiss, bite, caress, and marvel at will stay true and pure in your absence, and offering...
“Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people’s...”
– The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
