There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss (via larmoyante)
Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
Good Will Hunting (1997)
(Source: larmoyante, via cityofself)
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
I like your hair
May I play with it?
I like your eyes
May I penetrate them
I like your nose
May I nuzzle it?
I like your ears
May I nibble them?
I like your lips
May I bite them,
I like your neck
May I give it some
I like your back
May I leave a trail
I like your arms
May I squeeze each one
into a hug?
I like your hands
May I pull them to the
side of my face?
I like your chest
May I rest my head
I like your tummy
May I tickle it?
I like your legs
May I wrap mine
I like your feet
May I use mine
to play with them?
I like your heart
May I be in it?
I hope you like mine
Remy Raine, “May I?” (via remyraine)
You’re stuck in it
The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.
Unknown (via fuglyhottie)
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods
from Republic of Thieves, by Scott Lynch (via makingupachangingmind)
(Source: kammartinez, via mgawdyes)
The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
The Great Kamryn (via fragmentdsoul)
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I’m scared, you will realize, I’m just bones and
questions and leave me for something solid.
(Source: clementinevonradics, via thoughtfultea)
I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave,
M.K., Katrina (via aestheticintrovert)
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via cityofself)