[extrasad]

[mrtkx]

[thelovejournals]

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want anyone to know.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thelovejournals)

[sublim-ature]

[it-aly]

[bking2]

Hearing a girl moan “fuck”, when they are about to lose it is the biggest turn on

[vlada-sasha-natasha]

Balmain spring 07

[vlada-sasha-natasha]

Alexander Vauthier FW  2013

[fukkmylife]

[mariecxox-blog]

[ltotheaklass]

if this isn't goals idk whar is

[romanceslasher]

[ltotheaklass]

bet those hand could do some wild things

[coral]

Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via feellng)

[kuwt-wests]

[gosh]

[c-onsolador]

[bazaardotco]

Rochester, New York, 1979 — Roger Mertin

[barefootnfamous]