2014 was one of those years that started out like “THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!” and its halfway through and we have a war going on, a deadly disease has been spread, countless shootings have happened, racism is alive, more people have been leaving living things inside of hot cars, and robin williams is fucking dead

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I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.

Then sex.

- (via ausdenaugengehstwietraenen)

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"Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door."
- Sophia Dembling - The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World  (via white—orchid)

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"This is the kind of cold that makes your
teeth feel like they have skin.
This is a twenty lined story about
your beggar arms and your open hands.
This is about finding warmth in whiskey
when you’re not much of a drinker.
You can’t even hold your water let alone
your drink—or your tongue, or your heart.
One glass too much and you’re vomiting
sonnets into the phone, into the gutter.
Vomit something into me.
I don’t care if it’s last night’s Chinese
or last year’s tears.
The world isn’t in your books and maps.
And it isn’t out there.
It’s here.
It’s here.
Take my gloves for the cold.
They’re yours, okay?
Our hands have always been the same size"
- Salma.D - this is largely for you (via writingwillows)

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"If you fantasized about your funeral, I understand. I’ve been there before. If what’s more important is the music played, we are the same. With heads to the ground, as I’m lowered down, there will be a chorus. An overwhelming sound."

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