Me and My Loves

I'm a 20-something lover, friend, thinker, perpetual student, bookworm, quote lover, coffee addict...

dragoneyes:

trzynastyksiezyc:

talkdowntowhitepeople:

idk why introverts have a reputation of being quiet and shy people who’d rather be alone. have you ever been friends with an introvert who’s decided you’re worth their time? we turn into the clingiest, most needy pieces of shit on the planet because there’s so few people we actually can stand

That’s exactly what all the people should know. 

Also we become extremely talkative since we kind of compensate our usual quietness that way

(via hazelamyhale)

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

José N. Harris  

Everything you love is here

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(Source: psych-facts)

I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…

Where your body curves
is where I want to love you—
where your legs return,
where your arms and breasts return
and join together,

places of friction,
places of sway and of sweat,
of flavor and scent—
the places where your body
meets itself, and turns,

is where mine wants to burn.

—Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

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