“Call me and tell me you miss me. Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.”
— (via flame)
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
The struggle of my life created empathy - I could relate to pain, being abandoned, having people not love me.
“I want a soulmate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow….I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.”
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Henry Rollins
“I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favourite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favourite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything.”
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Please don’t hold back on me. Tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you stayed up late cause you couldn’t stop thinking about me, about us. Tell me about the dreams you have with me. Tell me about the way I make you happy. Don’t pretend to have no feelings. Love is not a weakness, and if it is, let’s all be weak, let’s all tell people why they mean so much to us.
Me gustaría decirte que me da miedo, que no paro de pensar en como serian las cosas y más aun su final. Me he sentido con poco amor, nunca lo recibo de forma completa. ¿Será que sí podras hacermelo conocer de una mejor manera? Soy tantas cosas que no sé si te pueda gustar. Me da miedo volver a sentir todo bien y que se pronto todo salga mal.
Oxidado
I want you to kiss me. like I’ve never been kissed before. slam me against the wall. get your hands tangled in my hair. grab my hips and pull me closer. scratch up and down my back. grab the back of my neck. kiss me. tangle our tongues. bite me. bite my lips. my neck. my chest. kiss me and never stop. please?
I don’t know how long I’m going to take this new “flagged” shit from Tumblr, and this for harmless artistic half-nudes. I think a very large number of people are going to get very tired of this harrassment real quick.
