Luci.

27. SouthFlorida

[dangerly]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[stranded-reachingout-blog]

I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.

Meredith grey, 13x09 (via stranded-reachingout)

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

Are you okay?

[1ightly]

[alainacharles-blog]

[theedemaruh]

*seductively flips leg hair* 

[lalala-comecaca-lalala]

[yngmelanin-blog]

[mypenleaksiridescence]

[wrzenie]

[dominacj-a]

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[neaarty]

[neaarty]

[catshapedcoffin]

[letters-to-the-sea]

I’ve come to a point in my life where “I love you” just doesn’t have the same meaning as it used to before. Sure, you can love me. You can fall in love with my eyes, with the way I tuck my hair behind my ears, with the way the sunshine hits the color of my skin. You can love me in a hundred and one different ways but it wouldn’t mean anything if you don’t choose me. So yes, you could tell me you love me and my heart will skip a beat and I’ll have butterflies in my tummy and I will feel the earth shake on my feet - I will feel so happy, my heart could burst out of my chest… but it simply just won’t be enough anymore. So this is what I need from you: Tell me you choose me. When I’m slumped on the floor ridden with guilt and grief from everything that has ever and will ever hurt me - hold me and tell me you choose me. When I’m pushing you away, when my fists are up and the ugliest of things come out from this mouth you proclaim to love - say you choose me anyway. When I’m broken, when you can’t fix me, when no amount of I love you’s in the world can assuage my pain - please, hold my face, shake me a little, say, “look at me, I choose you, okay?” You can tell me you love me. You can shout it to the world. You can say it to me a million times and it will be what I want to hear. But telling me, “I choose you” - darling, that’s all I will ever need.

Tell me you choose me // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)

[letters-to-the-sea]

I miss you so that I have to physically push both my hands into my chest as if I can cradle this broken heart and hold it there because all the time I feel like I am falling apart. When you told me, in a quiet room with nothing but the sea breeze stroking the white curtains like a lover’s touch, when we were in bed and you asked me, “where else could be better than this?” You were right. Nowhere else was better than there, with your heart on my ear and my skin sinking into you like all my life it was this home I was running to - in your arms, where I should be laying now. No one ever spoke to me like you did, and saw me - in a way that might be clearer than how I see myself. And maybe that scared me, and maybe I thought it was too good to be true. How can anyone know me so deeply when I couldn’t even understand myself half of the time? All I know is that right now I want to be right back at that moment, you and me. You and me in a room with nothing but the sea breeze stroking the white curtains… and love. And love.

this isn’t beautiful but it’s true // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)

[wnq-writers]

I think we all just want someone who can see the beauty we can’t see in ourselves. Not someone that romanticizes the mess and calls it beautiful, but someone that walks boldly into our brokenness, sees us spread-eagle in the middle of the wreckage and says that we’re worth salvaging.

Maxwell Diawuoh (via wnq-writers)