Expect To Be Disappointed

4am-reflections:

real love is not like the poetry. it is not i love you spat down each other’s throats or finding a reason to live again because you found this one person. It is so much simpler than that. real love is telling them to go back to sleep because it is still early and you know they need it, even if you want them to be awake with you. It’s realizing it won’t always be easy but still choosing them every day and wanting to be the very best for them. that’s it, it’s not as deep as you think.
4am

ase-me2:

Wolf

bitter-feminist:

person: how are you
me: waiting for death but not seeking it out so i could be worse

the-perks-of-eating-pussy:

why stress her when you can undress her

chessys:

just a bitch who loves documentaries

Slap your girl’s ass as she walks by

kamuiforest:

girlbeing:
i need to put all three of these pictures in a single post. this is significant. this matters. this is why i exist

behavepls:

“Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.”

— (via spuandi)

nada-7:

I want u around me

When you are happy, you enjoy the music. When you are sad, you understand the lyrics.

“

—	Frank Ocean (via impulsve)

reygf:

you: sweater weather
me, an intellectual: seasonal depression

scorpiogy:

cheers to me doing whatever the fuck I wanna do

bergmans-ghost:

-and you used to like it before-

Stromboli (1950), dir. Roberto Rossellini