georgia-dream:

if your boyfriend is your best friend, you’re doing it right.

if your boyfriend is your only friend, you’re doing it wrong.

wave94:

*fully embraces wine mom culture at age 19*

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…
― (via wet-violet)
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful … Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via whyallcaps)
  • person with curly hair: exists
  • person with straight hair: *jumps through window* have you ever tried to straighten your hair?
  • I want to kiss you until we both forget the reason why we started kissing in the first place. I want to hold you until our breathing is synchronized, like the waves of the ocean. I want to brush your hair out of your eyes; and tell you that they are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I want to laugh with you until we cry; because those are the only tears that I want you to ever have. I want all these moments to be with you; for now and forever.
    ― T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You  (via ding-ang-bato)
    You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
    ― Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts  (via unbloom)