"Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain."(via sexsplosive)

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"I’ve never really known the difference between making love and just ‘sex’. Like, what was the difference? I used to have sex with my loved one all the time, and it never felt like what anyone had described ‘making love’ felt before. But then, it happened. I found someone new. This boy, he’s everything to me, and I’m everything to him. We love, we care, we shout, we argue, we play fight, we do everything together. And I found out the other night what in fact it feels like to, make love. It was just a normal day, he’d finished work so I came into town to meet him, we got a lift of his mum up to the house and we just chilled for hours, watching t.v, orange is the new black to be in fact, haha. We just led next to each other, I was in his arms, this was my happy place. Nothing can compare to feeling so secure and content in the arms of a loved one. But then, we got into an argument, we went through the usual, I didn’t want to talk about it, he got frustrated, I cried, he stormed out the room.. So I crawled into bed,rest my head on the pillow, curled up under the covers and lay there. He came in a few moments later, crawled up in bed behind me and cuddled me from behind, we talked about what was wrong and sorted things out. We lay for a few more moments in each others arms. I had black from my mascara down my face from where I had been crying, but I didn’t want to wipe it off, He had red eyes from when he had got so angry. But we didn’t care. Just as long as we were back in each others arms, everything was fine. Moments later he softly grabbed me from under my back and moved me to the middle of the bed, the room was dark, everything was so quiet. He gently, started kissing my neck, getting lower, until he reached the top of my dress, he asked me with his gentle voice ‘you alright?’ I just smiled and nodded back. He slowly took down the top of my dress and unclasped my bra. One had running through my hair and the other grabbed softly onto my waist as he kissed every inch of my body. He took of his shirt and trousers. Then slowly removed the rest of my clothes. I had tingles from head to toe. My body felt so alive. I led there while he lent over me and looked at me in the eyes and smiled, and he said ’ I love you’. Slowly he took off his boxers, and entered his penis inside me. He lent over me I could hear the heavy but gently breathing in my ear, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist because I just wanted to be close to him and never let go. My hands running slowly up and down his back, as he moved in and out, in and out in a slow circulure motion. He got faster, and deeper, but not rough. It was still so soft and gentle, then it was coming, I was about the finish, I grabbed on to him tightly as I felt one of the best orgasms I had ever felt, I could feel it all through my body, I stopped and smiled. Moments later he started to get even faster, then suddenly lent over and moaned in my ear as his cum reached inside of me. We had both finished, but he laid there on top of me for a while, just for us to appreciate this beautiful moment we had just shared. That, was making love, someone making every inch of you feel pleasured and beautiful, making you have tingles for the next few days when you think about that moment you had together, not wanting to do it everyday, or night because it was something so special, you’re scared that if you do it again, it may not feel the same. You don’t want to destroy the memory and feeling that you got from it. I made love for the first time the other night, and I’m never doing it again."

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"I love you, and that doesn’t describe my feelings very well, so I’ll try to elaborate, I want to paint constellations with your name, and plant trees that grow your favorite fruit, I want to dance with you, I want to twirl you around and catch you when you fall, I want to sleep with you, not sexually, but besides you, where I can hear your heart beat, and feel the sleepy touch of your skin, where I can wake up and be greeted with your kiss, I want to fight off your nightmares, and give you happiness, I want to shoot rainbows and stars across the sky that will guide you home, to me, I want my arms to be what you call home, I want to get lost in your eyes, and whisper beautiful words that don’t make sense into your lips, I want to hold your hands, I want to write poems for you that actually make sense, unlike this one, and every other one I’ve tried to write for you, I want you to understand my heartbeat, just like I want to understand yours, unshaken, and unwavering, I want to be yours, I want to see your face, and see what you look like in the rain, I want to arrive at your house at midnight unexpectedly, without it being weird, I want to take all your sadness, and all your pain and I want to rip it apart, I want to push you up against the wall, in the most innocent way, so that there’s no air stopping me from getting closer to you, so maybe I can get close enough to see who you really are, I want to give you my fragile heart, I want to stitch up your seams, I want to love you. I want you to understand that, and I want the world to know that, maybe this doesn’t make sense, but it would if you saw you the way I do, and I know this all sounds so very selfish, but I guess I’m a selfish person, and I do love you."unknown (via unlively)

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Anonymous: can you IM me on skype? kind of important name is gdollar9352

erm no 

mine and my boyfriends conversation last night- 

me- EEEE, I can’t wait for summer!

him- Why where you going?

me- To Whittingham asylum!

him- To see what?

me-The asylum?

Him- Where at?

me- Whittingham? 

I swear he never listens to anything i have to say. 

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"Alcohol tasted better than you, anyway."
6-word story #8

(via spookymoonparty)

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"Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it."Claude Monet (via monarchie)

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It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.

Eartha Kitt (via

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I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

Conor Oberst (via

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"If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place."Nora Roberts  (via ki-r)

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"I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you."Ryan O’Connell  (via poseyhaynes)

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"What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish."Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor (via penseesduchoeur)

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"In my head we’ve been together for years, I’ve committed the back of your hands to memory.
In my head I’ve felt your fingers drag across my skin,
felt them tug at the hair that rests at the base of my neck.
Only Satan knows how much I’ve sinned."
Daydream (via

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It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.


Loving you (NJ.)

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"February is the shortest month of the year, so if you are having a miserable month, try to schedule it for February."Lemony Snicket  (via andersoncooper)

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