[vicforprez]

[-poetic]

I promise to love you: at 6 am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on; and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy. at 8 am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of black coffee, after finishing a morning cigarette when your lips taste like caffeine and nicotine. at 3 pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like sighing, crying, and falling asleep and escaping in afternoon dreams. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms. at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours and you’ll flip through all the channels tired of dismal newscasts and re-runs. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses at 3 am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation I’ll kiss your lips, softly and tell you you’re the absolute best. When we talk about life and why winter kills the flowers. I will love you when you grow old, I will love you even after that I will love you if I’m no longer here I will love you I will love you and I will love you. —AKR

I promise to love you forever (for Louis) by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via -poetic)

[spicy-vaginal-tacos]

*absolutely loves being dominated and being put in my place in bed and simultaneously holds massive independent feminist ideologies and self respect*

[wordsthat-speak]

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

Every Last One  (via fawun)

[euo]

“Don’t ever promise to adore me all your life. Let’s not make promises like that knowing me knowing you. Let’s keep the feeling that this love of ours, this love of ours, will be short and sweet.”

Pierrot Le Fou (1965) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[walkinthepug]

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

this is me

[ll080]

This could be the end

[eroscestlavie]

romanticize the fuck out of life if thats how you cope who cares fuck those text posts that are like “your life will never be a wes anderson movie” well of course it won’t but i’m buying that cute yellow tea kettle anyways motherfucker dont harsh my vibes

[modernklassss]

[fairi-dust-deactivated20180118]

[girlpansy]

[doomsday519-deactivated20240507]

[freckledhips-deactivated2014103]

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

(via blowkissesnotboys)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“I love you” means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. “I love you” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.

(via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[text-pistol]

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “Holy jesus, I really love you?” They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.

[evolutionists]

[ll080]

Jenny Holzer.

[asbeingofgreatprice]