"Some days I can go nearly an hour
without thinking of the taste
of your mouth."
Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)
She sat down on her worn out stool. Opened up her makeup bag, put on the same old. She took the unopened glittery purple cream eyeshadow, ripped away the plastic, dipped her right index finger into the cream, and put two strokes on either side of her cheek. She was an animal. Born to set things right in her territory. She had the passion and determination to set her forward. Wild eyes, and flaming imagination, she set off to the salon, ready to change herself. First the outside, she thought. Three hours later, she walked out of the salon, flaming red hair, with just a tint of white. She was on a mission to change her old routine, and make herself new. A new body, new mind, new spirit, new everything. This was her start. This is my alter-ego.
"Some days I can go nearly an hour
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.
(Source: toliverr)
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
(Source: cngu)
The first time my mother has ever verbally said “I love you” was after I graduated. It’s finally hitting her that I’ll be gone.
(Source: worshipgifs)
