treating a woman with respect and regarding her as a human being doesn’t automatically mean ur cock deserves to get stroked sorry to break it to u
Stop calling me. I’ll call you when I figure out what I want.
|—||Charlotte York (via whatwouldcarriesay)|
So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
|—||Bob Marley (via feellng)|
I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it’s just another way to bleed.
|—||Laurell K. Hamilton, Blue Moon (via feellng)|
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
|—||Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via feellng)|
In matters of love… how do you know when it’s right?
|—||Carrie Bradshaw (via whatwouldcarriesay)|
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
|—||Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via feellng)|
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s him.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
|—||Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via feellng)|
god bless the man who will marry my psycho ass one day