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There are no guarantees in the future. That’s why T O D A Y, the time we have now, is important.

[summersweeet]

[wolkzz]

[picture-song-quote]

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[thelovejournals]

People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage

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[musicstills]

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[lezcouples]

[quotemadness]

In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Ally Condie

[jiande]

jaredsmonologue :

If we’re dating I will get you sexually frustrated a lot just to amuse myself

[nostalgiagetsthe-bestofme]

I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.

[unfledgedangel]

@corditeheart​​:

She picks Rinoa up bodily, wrapping her legs around Sei’s waist, pinning her against the peeling band posters that line the wall. This is a shit idea, but here they are, and she’s too drunk to care about what anyone might think.

The whole point of bars like this is that they don’t stop people from doing this kind of thing in the shadows. Or, hell, in the middle of the goddamned bar, as long as you paid your tab. “Rin,” she hisses against that touch of her tongue, feeling her knees give way a little at the sensation of it.

It’s too much, it’s overwhelming; Rinoa has always been a drug, and Seifer has an addictive personality, after all.

“Don’t stop–” she breathes, hands finding new purchase at the front of Sei’s shirt, thighs giving her waist an anxious squeeze. Muscle memory leads her hand to a place where the fabric peaks, fingertips brushing, tweaking.

(Learning Squall had been so different, something foreign, a guessing game with parts unfamiliar to her.)

“Please--”

[te-anna]

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Camilla Belle

[wnq-writers]

Do not let his absence take away your magic.

Sade Andria Zabala

[corditeheart]

Breathed desperately against Sei's lips, "Kiss me like you’re losing me."

She’s lost her, again and again and again, and Sei digs long fingers into Rinoa’s mane of dark hair, pulling her forward so there isn’t an inch, not even a millimeter, of space between them.

Her kiss is a vow, a desperate bid to any gods still listening to the monster that she’s become, don’t let me lose her again.

[unfledgedangel]

Her arms come up around Seifer, fingers splaying against her back and pressing the two of them closer, closer, bodies made to fit together melding perfectly, forged in the fires of a first and found-again love. The kiss quickly becomes more passionate, heated by the taste of alcohol on both of their tongues– Sei’s darkly overpowering, Rinoa’s something fruity.

Seifer had taken her to one of her favorite bars (a dirty, neon-lit hole in the wall), and when teasing had turned to touching, to heavy petting in one of the empty booths, the girls had retreated to the unseeing shadows of the bathroom hallway instead.

This was a bad, bad idea. This is where it always goes with Seifer whenever drinking is involved. You can’t put a bottle between two so desperately lonely people without expecting them to seek companionship (comfort) in one another.

Again, and again.

In an instant their mouths part, she runs her tongue along Sei’s kiss-swollen upper lip, urging her on further, digging herself in deeper. She’ll gladly pay in nightmares later for the intoxicating feeling of being wanted right now.

[gaysuggestions]

netflix and…rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair continuously