And baby, you must know,
if you ever betray me,
if you ever try and destroy me,
it will be the last thing you do.

I will be stitched into your brain.
Every memory we’ve ever had will
haunt you for the rest of your life.
Your skin will tear at the sound
of my name.
Your heart won’t be able to handle it.

And every girl you try to connect with
will melt in comparison to the way I
can make you feel.
Baby, I’m not full of myself,
I am just well aware how bright
my light shines.

And I think I was destined to love you,
and nobody compares to destiny.


How to think when he leaves (via till-forever-finds-me)


I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via likeakingitakethecrown)



When you’re holding hands with someone and they rub your thumb with their thumb is what I live for

literally my favorite thing ever

(via ohheyitsjj)

"If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something…"

Unknown (via stevenbong)

(Source: the-taintedtruth, via b33tle-juice)


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 mandorkus)

(Source: sagaciousefflundancy, via ihavelovedtoofondly)

"Your voice could calm the oceans."

(via poetisch)

(Source: rawie, via why-our-love-is-so-much)

"I believe that
your soul

my soul


old friends.


Mandeq Ahmed, Mates (via portails)

(via 0n-drugs)

"I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care."

Midnight thoughts  (via allhopeisgon-e)

(Source: reality-escape-artist, via dahliafemme)

"You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved…"

Death Cab For Cutie, Someday You Will Be Loved (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: azlyrics.com, via canadian-kitten)

"I can be someone’s and still be my own."

Shel Silverstein  (via perfect)

(Source: onkh-m-maat, via lexiii-so-sexxxy)