"Sorry I’m late. I was masturbating and didn’t care to be here."
Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that’s ok with them.
Alain de Botton (via thatkindofwoman)
You still make me smile. Even if you’re the reason why I’m sad.
Someone (via isthereanyscape)
You stopped choosing me. The end.
I kind of insist that no one mention God or anything at my funeral. I’m not making some big atheist statement, but I want this to be solemn because people are so upset I’m dead, and I don’t want to share the spotlight with God.
Mindy Kaling (via weepycreep)
I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
C.R. (via thatkindofwoman)
What if no one ever falls in love with me
A legitimate thought I have every day (via onlyonereason)
if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done
My anaconda will consider it
A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)