Staring Endlessly.

I was bad again today.
I ruin everything I touch.

What’s the point in trying…

I have nothing.
I am nothing.

Some people get addicted to alcohol
Or drugs
Or cigarettes
Or biting their nails
I get addicted to people
I got addicted to you
I got addicted to the enthusiasm in your voice when you talk about music
The warmth radiating off your body when I was snugly molded into your side
I got addicted to your imperfect smile and the feeling of your lips
I got addicted to the way you said my name
I didn’t want to face the effects of withdrawal
You are by far worse than any drugs I could ever take


i want to take baths with you and hold your dumb hand and rent movies and watch those movies in your bed in our underwear at like 3 in the morning and i want to kiss your stupid face and cook you food and maybe fuck 7 times a night idnno

(Source: xepire, via silent-infatuation)

Guess what?
You’re going to be okay.

Maybe he doesn’t love you. Maybe he doesn’t even like you. Fuck him, then. You deserve better. It hurts now, and it’s gonna hurt for a while. It’s gonna hurt to listen to those fourteen tracks he put on your mix tape. It’s gonna hurt to look at him. It’s gonna hurt to hear his name. But one day, it’ll start to hurt a little less. You’ll realize he wasn’t the one for you. You’re going to be okay.

Maybe you didn’t get picked for the job. Maybe you weren’t even considered. Fuck them, then. You’re going to go further. It stings now, and it’s gonna sting for a while. It’s gonna hurt your wallet. It’s gonna hurt your pride. It’s gonna hurt your ego. But one day, it’ll stop stinging. You’ll realize it wasn’t the job for you. You’re going to be okay.

Maybe you didn’t get accepted. Maybe you weren’t even waitlisted. Fuck that college, then. You’re going to make something of yourself without them. It hurts now, and it’s gonna hurt for a while. It’s gonna hurt to see your best friend admitted. It’s gonna hurt to drive by that campus. It’s gonna hurt to see her get so excited to go, and leave you behind. But one day, it’ll start to hurt a little less. You’ll realize it wasn’t the place for you. You’re going to be okay.

I know it’s hard to believe, but you’re going to be okay. Keep your head up- or don’t. Struggle to keep going and barely get by. That’s okay. You’re going to make it either way. You’re going to be okay.

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."

(Source: beauxbradytattoos)


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

(Source: cr0wz, via silent-infatuation)







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


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: scottish, via silent-infatuation)


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.
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