Imagine if the choices you made were different,
Would you still be the same person you are now? Would you still have the same friends or gone through the same adventures? Would you have experienced the same pain and heartbreak or unexplainable joy and happiness? It’s strange how in just a matter of moments the choices you make can determine a chain of completely different events, paths, and can always leave you wondering what if you chose differently?
i have homework but i also have a blog and we both know which one is more important here
How to love your depressed lover. Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort. Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
- (via raininthecity)
(Source: five--a--day, via raininthecity)
my favourite hobby is not wearing pants
(Source: releasings, via jennyphann)
When you learn not to want things so badly, life comes to you.
- Jessica Lange (via fionagoodeinthehoode)
How relationships work:
I like your butt.
However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.
But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.
(Source: deadybearspicnic, via kaaaylani)
im in one of those ‘cuddle up with someone and watch a lame movie while i kiss their neck and casually take off their pants’ mood
what’s going on with my life..