I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.
“I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
— Alexa Evangelista, you deserve better (via happyasatree)
I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.
“If there’s just one piece of advice I could give you, it’s this- when there’s something you really want, fight for it, don’t give up no matter how hopeless it seems. And when you’ve lost hope, ask yourself if 10 years from now, you’re gonna wish you gave it just one more shot. Because the best things in life, they don’t come free.”
— (via eletheowl)
This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like ‘I’m tired’ or ‘I’m fine’ or ‘We need to talk.’
This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via versteur)
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.