If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yes” why isn’t there a “purgatory maybe”
(Source: lilmiss-fallen-pancake, via interjects)
"Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me."
I hate that like 30 minute period before going out where you’re stuck in activity limbo and don’t know what to do because you’re leaving soon
i hate when people think youre lying just because you laugh
it breaks my heart knowing that i will never receive a blowjob
what the fuck why do so many people think they will never receive a blowjob
Because we have vaginas
(Source: sleepymalum, via relahvant)
"Love is so complicated, yet the most easiest and willing feeling humans accept without a second thought. Everybody wants to fall in love, but I don’t think anybody realizes just how powerful and complex love is. It isn’t just all roses and omg-his-eyes-wow. Love is such a sacrificial thing; one of the most selfless acts any one person could for another on this planet. Love isn’t just about feeling something for another, but also an action. Love is more powerful than rage, which is a disastrous, self-loathing kind of feeling. Do you know that feeling you get when you see that one person? Your heart swells, the butterflies in your stomach flaps around crazily, your heart rate goes up tremendously. You might even feel a bit dizzy. But that’s okay, because whether it’s painful or not, you’re glad it’s them that makes you feel that way. Love lets you have a connection between you and that person—a scared kind of connection; a bond that only him and you could ever feel and understand. You feel whole—complete when you’re together, but when apart you’re lost. Not everyone is meant to be alone, which is why he may have a soul mate that he’s yet to encounter. But losing someone you love so dearly? When you’ve split in two? That’s one of the worst kind of tragedies; you’re only half now. You’re half a blue sky, half a person, half a soul, half a heart. You’re half everything. When you lose the best, you gain the worst. You may have felt the highest and happiest, but now it’s just despair and an empty soul you have left. That’s what I meant when I said love is a sacrifice; you allow that person you—the entire you, your world—you share a world together, and once they’ve decided to have left, you’re broken inside, but only because you sacrificed yourself to let them fall in love with you and you them, because you wanted them to be happy. And what at your expense? Misery. Love is a funny thing; a terrible but heartfelt thing."