amoribus:

It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.

I want to kiss her.

Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.

I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.

(via bluesoil)
I don’t need to write some long paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was fucking poetic before I messily scribbled down one word about you. I loved you with every bone in my entire fucking body and if that isn’t poetry, I don’t know what is. journal entry (H.S)
infrigid:

Oh my god
brxkenpetal:

☁MASTURBATION TIPS☁
Trust me when I say I love you because I will always mean it. (via makemestfu)
my-teen-quote:

Teen? You must see this blog!
brxkenpetal:

☁MASTURBATION TIPS☁