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[hornyydaydreamer]

The adventures of stevie v - dirty cash

[juansendizon]

“I want your 3 ams, your thoughts your hopes and dreams of you and me. I crave to listen to your favorite songs, visit the coffee shops you’ve been to and sing along to the music of the clouds being gloomy together on our way to the beach. I lust for those legs of yours, your lips, tongue, the way you excessively blink your eyes whenever you’re worried about how you’d like to look beautiful and darling you are and to worship your body is a miracle. I long for the things that inspire you to keep looking up, the gravity that grounds you here with me on this blue planet and I desire this, the being with you till’ all my wanting ceases.”

— juansen dizon, I want your 3 ams

[ilovetoodeeply]

when i love someone, i love all of them. at the beginning it’s obvious things like their laughs or the way they carry themselves but the deeper i fall, i find more and more things that make the person even more loveable like the way they respond to certain things or how they think about certain topics. but at the end of the day, i’m gonna love all of you.

[deepthoughtsvibes-deactivated20]

A poem I wrote for all the people in my life i forgave for letting me down.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“The sound of your laughter that filled every corner of the room was the salvation I never knew I was searching for throughout my entire life.”

— Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #175 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[aesthetic-freaks-deactivated202]

[cwote]

You’re beautiful too :))

[ultralightbeam-mama]

“What do you mean? - It was about the feeling, you know? It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.”

— David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via poetisch)

[ultralightbeam-mama]

“Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.”

— a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists  (via wnq-writers)

[bitchyalienloz]

“so you don’t touch me anymore. not with your hands or with your heart. you never sound sure when you say you love me anymore. do you keep me around because you need me or is it because you don’t know how to be alone.”

— all i want is to love you, why won’t you let me in// 4am (via 4am-reflections)

[bitchyalienloz]

“She leads with sexuality. She says “fuck me,” as hellos, and “fuck you” as goodbyes. If she says, “I love you already.” don’t run away, don’t worry, it only means, “How was your day?” It means something normal. Even if she doesn’t say it, she isn’t normal. Her eyes begin every sentence with, “Will you love me? Will you fuck me? Will you promise to never leave me?” And when you say, “Bend over,” It will mean, “Love you, too.” You used to think sex was meaningful, but now you know, sex isn’t love. Sex is medicine for sick people. Your body, naked, shaking, is more of a multivitamin for sociopaths, than it is your body. She leads with sexuality, but how else can she lead? It’s the only concept that she can grasp. And no, your cock is not big enough to fill the hole in her heart.”

— Lindsey Bartlett, Sex is Not Love, Sex is Medicine (via fuck-yeah-existentialism)

[bitchyalienloz]

“I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.”

— David Levithan (via lovelustquotes)

[blvdes-deactivated20210207]

Afterwards we lay in bed, two strangers, bodies entwined. I asked why your heart beat so fast. “It’s the drugs,” you replied tiredly. I wished it was me.

Pills were your first love, E. Davies (via cvrrant)

[i-saw-you-in-my-dreams-dar-ling]

[the6raisedme]

[lvrdsupersaiyan]

[blvdes-deactivated20210207]

Afterwards we lay in bed, two strangers, bodies entwined. I asked why your heart beat so fast. “It’s the drugs,” you replied tiredly. I wished it was me.

Pills were your first love, E. Davies (via cvrrant)