coral:

“It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via coral)

(via midnight-killer)

rozaleria:

“I still get sad about everything that happened. Every now and then it just hits me. Sometimes, it takes days for me to get over it.”

— unknown. (via relatlonship)

(Source: relatlonship)

amargedom:

“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

— Vincent van Gogh
(via goodreadss)

a–t–m–o–s–p–h–e–r–e:

atmosphere

(via a--t--m--o--s--p--h--e--r--e)

rupaulsdragracefuckedupdrag:

rupaulsdragracefuckedupdrag:

I’m so despacito I’m literally going on omegle for friends

my phone autocorrected desperate to despacito I love this timeline

(via cuts-and-lust)

jly:

I wanna get to a point where no one knows anything about me except that I’m hot and full of love

(via lost-in-w0nderland13)

rupaulsdragracefuckedupdrag:

rupaulsdragracefuckedupdrag:

I’m so despacito I’m literally going on omegle for friends

my phone autocorrected desperate to despacito I love this timeline

(via cuts-and-lust)

jly:

I wanna get to a point where no one knows anything about me except that I’m hot and full of love

(via lost-in-w0nderland13)

leohearts:

“Tell them I was the warmest place you knew and that you turned me cold.”

— Rupi Kaur

(via kittensncaffeine)

thethoughthouse:

Me: I can handle this minor trigger

Me, coming to an hour later, feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck: oh

(via cuts-and-lust)

baladevii:

Even on bad terms loyalty should never change.

(via cuts-and-lust)

amargedom:

“I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home.”

— Iain Thomas, The B-Train
(via goodreadss)

once-upon-a-mistress:

Why did you act like you loved me if you didn’t love me?

— I really thought you did // a.m.m, 5:27am

(via cuts-and-lust)

coral:

“As human beings, we have a natural compulsion to fill empty spaces.”

— Will Shortz (via coral)

amargedom:

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

— Pablo Neruda, excerpt from Sonnett XVII
(via goodreadss)