I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bloodychaos)

I will always love the false image I had of you.

– (via hefuckin)

untexting:

i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one

People who are depressed have a more accurate perception of time.

– (via psych-facts)

if someone hurts you, stay the fuck away, no matter how hard it is, stay the fuck away

– (via princesslolit-a)

I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.

Then sex.

– Follow me at http://butts007.tumblr.com/ (via butts007)

Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed.

– Michelle K. (via jvlina)

The first time I see you,
I right-click, save as
in my head.
I download you.
I leave you there
in the documents
of my brain.
I forget about you.

One day I come across you again.
I move you to a new folder
called “people I’d like to know.”
I re-name you, something like
“the-most-beautiful-person-ive-ever-seen.jpg.”
I set you as the desktop of my mind.
Time passes.

I get bored.
I Photoshop you.
I crop you. Re-size you. Change the filters.
You’re far too blurry.
The contrast isn’t right.
Sepia tone makes me too nostalgic.
You’re too dull for black and white.

You start to not look like yourself anymore.
I’ve changed you too much.
I look for the original,
but it’s already been deleted.
Now I only have the you that I created.
How could I change the most
beautiful person I’ve ever seen?

– Rachel Eden “The Ideal is Never Ideal” (via seungguk)