felix culpa

erezkaan:

2 days ago with 18,709 notes

nostalgiagetsthe-bestofme:

I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.

2 days ago with 206,315 notes

blossomfully:

“I wanted to say something: “I’m sorry,” or perhaps “fuck you.” I wanted to say, “I let you in and you abused that position of trust.” But no no no. I wanted to say, “kiss me please please, we can forget everything.” Or maybe, maybe I just wanted to say, “I forgive you. You’re not sorry but I still forgive you.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #262 

6 days ago with 62,718 notes

letemporaire:

“She, moonlike,”

— Alfred Lord Tennyson, from “Mechanophilus,” written c. October 1833
(via violentwavesofemotion)

3 weeks ago with 6,941 notes