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@rawia-mali
That’s what really scares me. Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare. You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all. And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together. I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with. I’m scared it’ll be just you.
Sade Andria Zabala | Connection (via eternit-e)
There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.
Yasmin Mogahed (via aurelle)
I fall for minds and eyes.
(via -fs-)
and scent 💕
undrown
Neck kisses, coffee dates, and midnight car rides.
(via f–88)
Seeking A Friend for the End of the World (2012)
One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.
(via abdullah-ryf)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand…
Sylvia Plath (via abdullah-ryf)
When I’m with you, there is nowhere else i’d rather be. And I’m a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
“…finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.”
― Paolo Giordano