Nothing is forever. Forever is a lie. All we have is what's between hello and goodbye.

 

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.

Scandal (via grillfriend)

(Source: splitterherzen)

sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.

l. gabriel (via shaelii)

(Source: abluesforbrklyn)

cactehi:


flirtly:

terrysdiary:

MOST OF THE STUFF PEOPLE WORRY ABOUT NEVER HAPPENS

just a reminder

very important^^

cactehi:

flirtly:

terrysdiary:

MOST OF THE STUFF PEOPLE WORRY ABOUT NEVER HAPPENS

just a reminder

very important^^

It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.

Piper Chapman - What is love? (via larmoyante)