dandelion in the spring

city of heavenly fire by cassandra clare

You loved me
At my worst
But wouldn’t
Give me the chance
To love you
At yours.

—M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

do you ever look at your friends and you are like "Holy shIT YOU ARE SO CUTE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM  SO GLAD aND lUCKY  WE R FRIENDS HOLY CRAp"

(Source: coffee-and-tea-with-sara, via rickmacys)

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

Unknown (via perfect)

This is so beautiful .

(via tightlippedloosethoughts)

(Source: onedirtydiamond, via braverdeen)