,,
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
We Were Emergencies, Buddy Wakefield (via wethinkwedream)
(Source: ymehcuotrac, via fuckyeahsexanddrugs)
,,
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to Be Pretty (via s4l3m)
This. I love this.
(via bodhakara)(Source: larmoyante, via bodhakara)
In case, you don’t find what you’re looking for
In case, you’re missing what you had before
In case you change your mind, I’ll be waiting here
In case, you just want to come home
Strong enough to leave you, weak enough to need you,
Cared enough to let you walk away
(via wetleaves)
