Sladká jako rumová pralinka

[cvntyblogger]

relationships with ur parents are so weird, arent they? like... i hate you for what you did, i love you because you bring me soup when im sick. i want to get away from you. i feel safe with you. i want to run away from you. i want your hugs. i wish you understood me. i wish i understood you.

[utsukushiiakumu]

“You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”

— Frida Kahlo (via mshfar2a)

[pralinkaa]

Ospalé něžnosti

Jednou z nejhezčích věcí na spolužití s člověkem, kterýho milujete, jsou ospalý rána.

Pomalý víkendový letní rána.

Rána kdy jednoho z vás vzbudí brzký světlo nebo zpívající ptáci, rozlepíte oči, ale víte, že je ještě příliš brzo na vstávání. Dáte tomu druhýmu lehkou pusu na víčko, na tvář, na čelo, kamkoliv se sotva rozlepenýma očima trefíte a spíte zase dál. Letmo se dotýkáte, pusinkujete, budíte se a zase usínáte v náručí.

Není kam spěchat, čeká nás jenom káva a palačinky s marmeládou.

[inkskinned]

but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

[stargaze1920]

[pralinkaa]

K Valentýnovi jsem dostala zátěžovou deku proti úzkostem

jestli tohle není nejkrásnější vyjádření lásky tak už nevím

[chthonic-isabelleadjani-deactiv]

The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

[carnivorine]

Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk

[macrolit]

People don’t respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence?

Farewell Waltz, Milan Kundera (via macrolit)

[luzerlu]

i like being complimented on my eyes and on my oral sex techniques 

[palistani]

yeah physically i’m weak but emotionally i’m weaker

[anus]

the scary thing about dating is that you are either going to marry that person or break up

[honigimohr]

trust your mother’s opinion on people

[cloudbeam]

um. she married my dad

[sandersstudies]

I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”

[festeiro]

[florideae]

if we’re dating and you see me lying down on my bed, you’re 100% allowed to just lay down on top of me

[pralinkaa]

“ Nahmatal ve tmě její ramena a přitáhl ji k sobě. Měla rty suché a popraskané jako po horečce. (Tak dlouho jsem tu nebyl a jsi stejná. Poznám tě potmě. Jsem s tebou moc šťastnej a nevím, co budu dělat, až mě jednou opustíš...) “

[amargedom]

A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp. And the world seems so fresh as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments.

A Single Man (2009)