"I barely find anybody attractive. I barely feel an affection for anybody.. But when I do.. I fall in so deep, so hard it’s ridiculous."
– Bayron Ortiz (via stevenbong)

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do you solemnly swear to stay in your lane, your whole lane, and nothing but your lane

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"

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

"
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via sagaciousefflundancy)

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"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
– Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via allegorys)

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how do a guy know if his stroke game is on point?
Anonymous

johnnythemizfit:

starslicer:

brainlessbehavior:

hecallsmelittleone:

themindofkml:

taint3ed:

When you hear that skin on skin slapping together. When she tries to push away. When her eyes rolling back to see Jesus. When she try to say your name but can’t finish the sentence. When the tits jiggling in the same motion as the stroke game. When her hands fisting them sheets. When she tries to meet the strokes. When she can’t even make anymore sounds cause her breath been stolen. 

FYI.

Yup.

Yooooooo

lol.

#Facts