There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it. All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via blackbruise)

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Eyes.

Those damn eyes
fucked me
forever.

Charles Bukowski (via missinyouiskillingme)

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HAKUNA MA’VODKA it means no memories, for the rest of the night  (via suchvodka)

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thevuas:

"Stephanie @ LA Models"  by  Lucaspassmore  [source]
I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships, so will our healing, and i know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.

The Shack by William P. Young

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I remember making love on a Sunday.

Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.

Nor so bitter that
They will spit you out.

Pashto Folk Saying (via nainareign)

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I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have. Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via imfantasyparade)

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thepureskin:


My skin feels elusive  Perhaps it might be because Your lips haven’t graced  This phantom of a body In over 16 weeks


lovely submission. thank you very much creeepycarol

madehimsaycomfychairs:

thebeauty-isa-beast:

curvellas:

my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.

My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my  eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.

this is my favorite post on tumblr currently

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darkbluetile:

that cat is stealing the spotlight