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fawnbabe-deactivated20190422

You are not my friend. Friends don’t kiss each other on the tips of their noses and fall asleep with their limbs entangled and their fingers intertwined. A friend doesn’t call you at 3 AM to say that they woke up thinking you were still in their arms, but you weren’t, and it made them sad and they needed distraction so they got off on you. Friends don’t get off on each other. And friends don’t touch each other like we do. Under the covers, to hide it from ourselves, because we’re liars. We are not friends. But this is all that we could ever be.

Old feelings for old friends (via fawnbabe)

s-trawberryveins

He always looked As if his arms Would be so lovely To be held in. And I always thought That I’d fit So perfectly between them.

"I guess we’ll never know"

(via s-trawberryveins)

mastersynn-deactivated20140502

There isn’t a single part on a woman that is not worth kissing.

(via finegoodsfinefolk)

dontcallmecarly

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

moonlyaffairs

You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover cause he recognized her as the moon. And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.

Zienab Hamdan - Admit it, you messed up. (via brain-food)

eyescreamz

I don’t want to be “sort of dating” someone. I don’t want to be “kinda hanging out” with someone. I don’t want to spend a lot of energy suppressing my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I’ll see again because they’ve already demonstrated to me that they’re trustworthy and honorable — and into me.

(via elauxe)

THIS.

(via daydreamingintechnicolour)