"When you love someone, it should be easy. It might get hard during certain moments, but in the way you two get each other — it must be gloriously easy. Deep, soul-consuming yet effortless, magnificent, simple to the very core. Hearts connecting and communicating, instant flashes of one person’s reaching out and the other’s immediate encompassing of the initiative until reaching out feels powerfully mutual — it must be nothing other than that. Automatic bloody wanting, wanting and desiring. Choosing that person during your hardest, most painful, as well as ordinarily human moments. Laughing your ass off with them not in order to break the ice but just because it feels effortless even when things get dramatic. Directness of emotion. Occasionally losing consciousness of what feels like yourself and at the same time knowing that this is you addressing someone you love. Acceptance of whatever happens. Plain trust. Know how complicated it is and then state it simply experience the other person not merely in terms of them understanding you but also in terms of fucking feeling it with you at that very moment — that’s what soul communication is about. When you love someone, man, it must be devastatingly real. It doesn’t need to be profound. It doesn’t need to be complicated beyond belief. Sure it can be all that, but then again, fuck that. Fuck any possible attempt at a description. Your entire being must yearn toward everything yearning is about. That’s the only way it happens. This yearning must be shared. True motherfucking unembellished, accurate soul connection. There it goes."

All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via violentwavesofemotion)

"I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you."

— (via thoughtsonfire)

(via houndshushh)







Jenna Marbles describes the female tumblr world with complete accuracy.

should i be embarrassed to reblog this because im fuCKING NOT


Women of tumblr, lesbihonest now

(Source: babyintrenchcoat, via some-blonde)


It’s morning now
and I miss you
I miss your lips on my knee
just resting there
holding me
in both of your arms

I miss your body writhing
because I tickled you
in the right place

I miss you pushing me back
telling me
‘stop thinking’
or ‘relax’
because you knew
I was having trouble doing both

I miss laughing over pizza
the second coming
of the messiah
and surprise pictures
where I look
actually terrifying

I miss walking home
in ‘California cold’
and holding onto your arm
for any bit of warmth
because I didn’t
bring a sweatshirt

I miss the spoonfuls
of vanilla and sprinkles
because they’re simple
we’re simple

but god this is so complicated

because I miss
the weight of your arm on my side the next morning
and being the big spoon
I miss getting too hot under the covers
and sticking a leg out
only to remember that
I don’t know when
that leg
will touch you again
sliding it back
and being too warm
and loving it

I miss your lips on my neck
I miss your nose in my eye
I miss your fingertips on my waist
I miss your voice in my ears
I miss your smile on my skin
I miss your heartbeat on my face
I miss your smell
I miss the little things

I miss February
And Thursday

I miss you


— a message not sent | grumpygrizzlies (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via houndshushh)


"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."


"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."

(via some-blonde)

(Source: l-ettie, via awkwardlycarryon)


If a 7 year old realises gender stereotyping is wrong and you don’t, something is very wrong with you.


If a 7 year old realises gender stereotyping is wrong and you don’t, something is very wrong with you.

(Source: utter-fuckwad, via some-blonde)


i love that she forgets he has the blindfold on and when she realises she breaks her excitement for a split second and exclaims “OH!” 

(Source: sorryblondie, via nextstop-happiness)