outofthewhore-dinary:

i was happily scrolling down and when i saw this my face dropped and i swear my heart stopped for a while. just look at this.look at it. it’s so pure yet it shows affection. it’s so simple yet it holds many feelings. i really, really want to touch someone’s hand like this and i hope they don’t pull it away.i love this.

outofthewhore-dinary:

i was happily scrolling down and when i saw this my face dropped and i swear my heart stopped for a while. just look at this.
look at it. it’s so pure yet it shows affection. it’s so simple yet it holds many feelings. i really, really want to touch someone’s hand like this and i hope they don’t pull it away.
i love this.

(Source: pillsandcoffeee, via 2nadreams)

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

Yeah cuddling naked is nice but there is something so sensual about laying together with your clothes on just to have them lift your shirt a little and grab your hip, then run their hand up and down your body to tease you. And by having just a small bit of your skin exposed, it leaves your body begging for more, and your nerves burn to have their hand pull your shirt up just a little more, grab your waist and caress your skin. Then the sweet and dangerous motion of their hand tugging your pants down slightly to give you false hope of satisfaction is dispelled by the sudden tug to pull your pants back up, and it gives you the feeling of dire need to be touched more. Clothes are great, actually.

thatonebl0nde:

Me.
Yes.

(Source: ssteezyy, via vas-te)

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

I laid next to you last night and watched you sleeping, you looked so peaceful and content. Your legs wrapped round mine, your hand interlocked with mine as your chest slowly rose and fell, it was perfect. I loved being wrapped up in your love and affection, even when you’re fast asleep you’re still holding me tight, making me feel so safe like nobody could hurt me, feeling your warm embrace wrapped round me, keeping me close. This feeling is indescribable, people say it’s one of the best feelings ever they’re not wrong because it really is. Just in that moment sharing body heat and feeling protected, there wasn’t any other place I’d rather be or a single thought that crossed my mind that didn’t involve you. In that moment there was nothing else that mattered apart from you and me. In that moment nothing could beat that kind of intimacy, just to consider that both you and I are essentially just a bag of bones, organs and muscles, but we’re so much more than that because we’ve found each other and suddenly everything falls into place and makes sense. That moment was the moment that made me realise that I am absolutely, ridiculously, embarrassingly in love with you and I know as clearly as I know I will die, that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. You do everything in your power to keep me happy and not one person understands how special you are to me, you know exactly what to do to change my mood and you touch me in a way nobody ever has. I don’t get to spend everyday with you even though I’d love to, but when I do get to spend time with you I know they’re the days I’ll remember forever. I love you.