Staring Endlessly.

Love is something we wait for. We imagine our first kiss, our first sex, our first I love you. But we never imagine our first heartbreak. Maybe because it’s too painful to even imagine. But in a way, the pain of love is what truly changes us.
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
"I thought you were different. I was wrong. And I look fucking stupid for believing every lie you told."

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fuckingdemise:

im always either sleep deprived, sex deprived, food deprived or all of the above

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0hmercy:

snowflake1814:

rebeca-flores:

coward:

coward:

coward:

ppl who randomly message u on the tumble are the best kind of ppl even if they’re just bein all like ‘hello!’ because its like omg hi hello person wow someones talking to me this is the best day ever

i get like 10 hellos a day because of this post

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No one ever messages me. 😒

I got seven hellos & hi’s the last time i reblogged this

Lol people don’t talk to me here either 😩

(Source: aqua, via silent-infatuation)

highly-unnatural:

If you ever see a bad picture of yourself just think about sunsets

Have you ever tried to take a picture of a sunset with a crappy camera? It turns out like shit.  I mean that could be the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen in your life and the photo looks gross. 

That doesn’t mean the sunset  isn’t breathtaking, it just means the camera can’t contain it’s beauty.

You are a gorgeous motherfucking sunset never forget that

(via silent-infatuation)

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

justinjieber:

I want a boyfriend who will call me cute nicknames and cuddle with me and leave little kisses all over my face and make me food and watch cute movies with me and fuck me so hard I dont walk for 84 days

(via silent-infatuation)

thefoxxnextdoor:

My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.

(via silent-infatuation)

Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you.

yanilavigne:

More?

(via silent-infatuation)

truelifequote:

More??
I found love
  • Time stands still when you're close to me. You make me laugh like a child and hold me like you'll never let go. I'm thinking of you always, when you stare at me and smile I wonder what's running through that mind of yours. Is it me? Do you feel what I feel. Do you see what I see. You throw me up in the air, swing me around till were both dizzy, tickle me till I squirm around in your arms. You love comparing your palm to mine and holding it tight right after. You stroke my hair and kiss my forehead, you make me feel special. Waking up in your arms felt like home and you wouldn't let me go. And while you lie next to me, staring into my soul, only one simple joy comes to mind. I've found you.
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