golden slumbers

smiles awake you when you rise ✨ maya | queer

[softandsapphic]

if a girl put her hands on my waist & slip them under my shirt just a tiny bit i would die i know this it’s just a fact

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.”

— Michael Faudet (via quotemadness)

[freshflowersahead-blog]

[valleypunx]

my tiny human body isn’t big enough to hold all the love that’s inside me and that’s why i’m always crying

[theforce]

i never chased after anyone bc i heard the chain by fleetwood mac at like age 9 and i heard stevie nicks (only her) sang “and if u dont love me now u will never love me again”  .. i just knew fax machine 100 emoji SHE WAS RIGHT

[lifeinpoetry]

““When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. “Oh, sure you know,” the photographer said. “She wants,” said Jay Cee wittily, “to be everything.””

— Sylvia Plath; "The Bell Jar" (via dulcetdecember)

[longliveuslove]

you deserve to be with someone who is as sure about you as you are about them

-don’t settle, you know better

[oknope]

“I always wish for you to find me”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[estelles-remade-deactivated2018]

i wish my skin was flawless so i could just put on some lipgloss and Go

[hidden-behind-a-mask]

[permeate]

“One day we got tired, tired of chasing, of caring, of worrying… Not because we didn’t want more, but because the person didn’t value our efforts.”

— Daniel C. L.  (via convertions)

[painfulblisss]

[fallinyourtidalwaves]

i love to daydream and be called baby

[damespock]

i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom

[skrillykoala]

[tejianasky]

I like that “morning baby” kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

[poeticrose]

“I am full of so many flowers. I worry that no one will see them.”

— Zoë Lianne, “Your Twenties Rub Salt in Your Wounds”