A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey
― Time flies (via esssence)

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9:03 pm  •  16 July 2014  •  133,862 notes
My mom taught me something about relationships when I was growing up. She told me to never be the one to love the other person more. I always thought that was odd. That was until I saw how my mom loved my dad more and let him leave bruises on her skin. That was until I found my best friend drunk, bleeding on her bathroom floor, because the boy she loved more broke her heart and left. That’s why when I start to fall I catch myself. I don’t want to be the one to love more because I’ve seen what that does to people. Oh, but god do I love you more.
― (via thackerybiinx)

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9:02 pm  •  16 July 2014  •  67,588 notes
I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.

Sufjan Stevens on kissing 

(via melloncollieandtheinfinitegoth)

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5:15 pm  •  16 July 2014  •  13,474 notes