"I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine."

— Me, to you. (via ohhhkat)

(Source: heartsworldsapart, via two-tickets-to-paradise)


"I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises."

Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do  (via wanduring)

(Source: larmoyante, via brightclear)


"There’s a build up of nothingness in your chest, and you just have to clench at it with your weary hands, because not even your ribcage can keep what’s pounding through it and seeping throughout your body."

— jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

(via zodiacsociety)


The Story So Far - Mt. Diablo



"I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you."

— Breathe  (via faithlefou)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via this--too--shall--pass)


"To put it simply - you have disoriented me.
Falling in love with you was like being thrown into an ocean at night.
It kisses my skin and it engulfs me, and I’m so light it feels like I’m flying, but I’m left with nothing that I need.
I don’t know which way will give me the air I need and which way will send me down further into the abyss.
Everything is chaotic
Everything is soothing."

— jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

(via zodiacsociety)



  1. Get some cheap dishes and break them when you get upset.
  2. Learn how to say “NO” and don’t feel guilty about it
  3. Buy something frivolous for yourself once in awhile, like a new hat. 
  4. Never again do anything you don’t want to do. 

that’s damn good advice

(Source: crystalground, via this--too--shall--pass)




The most beautiful part of a man’s bodyI think it must be there,where the torso sits on and, into the hips,those twin delineating curves,feminine in grace, girdling the trunk,guiding the eyes downwardsto their intersection,the point of pleasure.

Duane Michals, 1986




Something I found downtown today. Undoubtedly written by a hipster. 
I love it.




Emma Sulkowicz is on the cover of this month’s New York Magazine and that is the coolest thing wow