January 2012
49 posts
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a...”
– John C. Moffi (via barbieandken)
Autumn →
His blue eyes stared into mine like waves crashing in the darkness as our bodies fumbled towards each other. His pink, sweet, swollen lips pressed against mine like a familiar lover, like it had all happened before. For the first time I saw the small hairs of his back rise in the gray sunlight…
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)
“Take chances, take a lot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up...”
– Unknown (via disrupted-thoughts)
