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gnarly:

Kinda weird how in english you can say i love you to all your friends and family but in spanish “te amo” it has more meaning and its weird if u say it to your friends or family

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It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that. (via marcemarcela)

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All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else’s life would not have been as rich without us here. Jodi Picoult (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship. The Great Kamryn (via modernhepburn)

(Source: both-seeker-and-sought, via silverspringsgypsy)

How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts. kmr (disastrous-heartache)

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I lose sleep, but I’m not tired of her.

j0hhnn:

And I sat there
in the 4 a.m stillness
admiring the way
your weight draped
heavily around me.
I watched as the clock’s
red light cast a warm sullen
glow across your skin-
My heart thumped
to the rhythm
of your languid breaths
as it’s touch permeated the sheets
and into you.
I feared moving,
because moving
meant I would
lose this deafening silence.