And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing that mattered to me.
— Elisabeth Van den Abeele (via g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s)
Have sex. Have dirty, raunchy sex. Have sex in the bed, on the counter, in the car, in the bathroom. Have it everywhere. Have passionate love making sex. Fuck. Go slow. Gaze into their eyes. Learn every curve and bump on their body. Learn what makes them quiver. Learn what makes them cum the hardest. Feel their body and fall back in love with them. Just have sex.
— (via hefuckin)
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
— Unknown (via virginwhoreofbabylon)
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.
— C. S. Lewis (via breakandheal)
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
— Unknown (via mourningmelody)