I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

Thought Catalog (via visualcomplex)

(Source: koizoraa)

mostlyfiction:

Love isn’t about
   fucking each other
at any opportunity.

It also isn’t about
  how many months
or years
  that you’ve been together.

To me,
  love is about 
being able to see light
  inside of the person
who knows nothing
   but darkness.

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I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

Georges Bataille (via allegorys) —

I always thought that when someone likes you, they’d find a way to spend time with you. You learn as you go…

cityofbadass:

Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

(Source: wingsofbadass)