Where ideas kiss similes so deeply metaphors get jealous

thehopefulhopeless:

give me hickeys and tell me what you don’t tell anyone else

(via bright-smize)

Rudy Francisco (via larmoyante)

(via plaidhabits)

I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

the girl you wished you had (via vintage-drunk)

YES

(via ex-hilerating)

(via mylifesnotebook)

I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.

Lora Mathis, Black Coffee (via larmoyante)

(via h0odrich)

It’s your flaws I want to taste.
Your brooked mouth.
The way you smell after being
out all day. Your knees, so eager
to bend
to whatever song is playing in
your head.
Your chest, as it rises and falls
and rises and falls
on the carpeted ground. Your
sometimes smooth chin.
Your pimpled politeness. Your
tangled hair.
Your good morning,
every morning.
I don’t want to be able to run
my fingers through you easily.
It is no fun writing about
perfections.

I want to talk about you.
Flawed. Crooked.
Endlessly
interesting.
You.