Sex (Acoustic) // The 1975
i just want you to love me.
i dont want any of that, “he’s not worth it bullshit” because i clearly dont give a hoot about that. i’ve always gone by a gut feeling. my whole entire life, i’ve taken my hunch over my reason. and i’ve gotten off pretty well from it.
so what if he hasn’t had the best rep in the past. there’s definitely something different between him and i. i feel it. deep down, in the pit of my stomach. there’s something telling me that it is right what i am feeling. that, i am supposed to feel this. to not let go. i don’t know where this is going to lead me, or even if im going to feel better about myself in the end. but as of right now, he makes me happy. no matter how many times i feel like running up to him and slapping him across the face every time he toys with my feelings, i always end up wanting to run right back to him into his warm embrace. because that is home. that is where i feel most at home.
i love liking someone who is not generically attractive
someone that your friends will quickly dismiss
but someone that is so obviously beautiful in your eyes
i think it’s having the ability to see someone as a whole
not just the way everyone else sees them that makes them beautiful
none of my friends will ever see that danger in your smirk
or the silent eagerness in your eyes
in the same way i do
and i love that
really just need a forehead kiss
Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being."
If you look hard enough, you can see it. [via]
OMG NO I SCROLLED DOWN BC I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING AND THEN I SCROLLED BACK UP AND HAD A HEART ATTACK OMFG
i feel it in my bones, i’m on F I R E
hit the reblog so fast i think i broke my mouse
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'You think it's romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you'. One day you'll figure out her secrets: the seashell always kept in her pocket, the doodles that cover customer's bills at work. You'll discover why she smokes.
When this happens, she’ll somewhat diminish in your eyes. No longer mysterious, enigmatic, with nerves twisted around strange longings and quaint desires.
She’ll be perceived differently. The girl who cries often, no matter how many times she tells you her allergies are playing up.
Your interest is lost, reinvested in a different girl who doesn’t drink too much red wine, or set fire to things for fun. A girl with stronger arms, whose independence isn’t faked because she wants to make you more interested in her, but because she’s not all that interested in you.
She’ll fuck you, figure you out and then leave you. Playing you at your own game."
I want you to cuddle me and kiss me in public and look at me like I’m the most important person to you but I also want you to pull my hair and breathe down my neck and fuck me until I can’t see or walk properly