Marble Proust chair

Fuckin’ Snapchat. {

Fuckin’ Snapchat.


(Source: izcentric)


(Source: msandells)

I jokingly
refer to my partner as an emotional robot. He is not,

of course, a robot nor is he emotionless
but he is incredibly calculated and analytical,
unable (or unwilling) to be emotionally stimulated

beyond the realm of happy or full. I, on
the other hand, feel emotions in technicolor.
I emote not unlike a fucking blender on high

with no lid and lots and lots of ice.

Sierra Demulder
Suits and Tattoos <3 {

Suits and Tattoos <3


Take off your clothes. Show me.
Show me your edges. I want to see
with my own eyes
where you end and where I begin.
I want to see where I fit,
where you leave off being you
and turn into me.

Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

(Source: alternative-s)

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection  (via 09994)

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