meridianmermaid:

If only everything bad was just a dream
And I knew I could spend eternity with you
I would never let a single moment go to waste
I would hold you close and treasure you

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

(Source: langleav, via lovequotesrus)

"Do you love me?" The words were pressed against her tongue, waiting. But there never seemed a right time to say them.

"Do you love me?" She hated herself for needing to know. After all, his breath mixed with hers often enough to shut anyone up.

"Do you love me?" She whispered into the wind so he wouldn’t hear.

"Do you love me?" She said, but what she really meant was, "I need to know you love me before I do something stupid, like let you in."

What she really meant was, “you have seen me naked, all skin on skin, but will you stay if I let you see me raw?”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #76 (via blossomfully)

(via featherumbrellas)

allthingseurope:

Tallinn, Estonia (by Anatoly Vasiliev )
valiumvision:

Artwork I made depicting both external & internal female anatomy  Female sexuality has been repressed for so long; girls are embarrassed or sacred of their own bodies  Don’t be!! Your body is beautiful and organic and natural and so pretty!!
ellsworthsmelly:

tooombz:

Felix Gonzalez-TorresUntitled (Perfect Lovers) 1991. Clocks, paint on wall.
Untitled (Perfect Lovers) consists of two clocks, which start in synchronisation, and slowly, inevitably fall out of time due to the failure of the batteries and the nature of the mechanism. In a moving comment on his personal experiences, the piece refers to Gonzalez-Torres’ HIV positive partner Ross Laycock, and his slow decline and inevitable death due to AIDS. The clocks act as two mechanical heartbeats; representative of two lives destined to fall out of sync, and holds a poignant poetry about personal loss and the temporal nature of life.
“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us…We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space…we are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

this is one of my favorite works ever
sexondary:

"I love you. I hope you go to sleep knowing that."

coluring:

If I was hot I’d probably be super slutty.

(via unpopuler)

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especiallygold:

It’s time for a change.
luvelieh:

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