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Apr 17, 2014

Anonymous asked: What's your opinion on choking while having sex?

Lol not downnnnn for that shit.


He told me that he wants to marry me.
 …I believe him.
Apr 16, 2014 / 2 notes

He told me that he wants to marry me.


…I believe him.

kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE
Apr 16, 2014 / 102,578 notes

"In the end, I’m always sleeping alone with nothing but my thoughts as company. If only you were my company instead."
Apr 15, 2014 / 3 notes

"In the end, I’m always sleeping alone with nothing but my thoughts as company. If only you were my company instead."

our-bed-pieces:

"I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, turning over and seeing the vacant space, wondering where you are…"
Apr 15, 2014 / 23 notes

our-bed-pieces:

"I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, turning over and seeing the vacant space, wondering where you are…"

our-bed-pieces:



"I find myself reaching for the closest sharpie and writing small inscriptions on the bathroom walls asking what it is I’m feeling. The ink bleeds into the wall and begs for interpretations from it’s admirers. 
Is this what love is? 
I spend what feels like a millennium gazing at my hands, wishing that the empty spaces between my fingers were filled with yours. I stay up late as the idea of you occupies the farthest corners of my mind. Sleep has become a waste of time, for I cannot waste a minute of these limited 24 hours without you. I’ve never been a fan of time; what a terrible concept. How dare life put a time cap on the amount of days I get to spend with you. I find myself trying to create a sense of permanency with you. 
But all I have is this sharpie in my hands and the lonely walls as company. But even so, this must be love, because even though time is limited, with you I believe an infinity can exist.” 
Apr 15, 2014 / 2 notes

our-bed-pieces:

"I find myself reaching for the closest sharpie and writing small inscriptions on the bathroom walls asking what it is I’m feeling. The ink bleeds into the wall and begs for interpretations from it’s admirers.

Is this what love is?

I spend what feels like a millennium gazing at my hands, wishing that the empty spaces between my fingers were filled with yours. I stay up late as the idea of you occupies the farthest corners of my mind. Sleep has become a waste of time, for I cannot waste a minute of these limited 24 hours without you. I’ve never been a fan of time; what a terrible concept. How dare life put a time cap on the amount of days I get to spend with you. I find myself trying to create a sense of permanency with you.

But all I have is this sharpie in my hands and the lonely walls as company. But even so, this must be love, because even though time is limited, with you I believe an infinity can exist.” 


"I’m sorry that I cause storms when you’re just trying to reach the lighthouse…"
Apr 15, 2014 / 3 notes
"I’m sorry that I cause storms when you’re just trying to reach the lighthouse…"
Apr 14, 2014 / 5 notes

our-bed-pieces:

"It seems that people are afraid of silence. We fill the emptiness of the room with meaningless talk and pointless banter. We make mention of the weather and ask about one another’s day, but we both know that we don’t care. We talk about the mundane because we are afraid to unveil what we bury deep inside us. 

But then I met you and words are no longer needed. I live for the moments of time that seem to stand still, no one is there and all I can see is you. I look into your eyes and I read a story; I see the pain and I wish to consume it for you. I listen to your heartbeat and I feel like I’ve uncovered more than anyone has, like a secret world that only I have the key to. I wish to trace the outline of your back and discover the words that remain unspoken, to wash away all the scars. When you exhale I hear the sound of the ocean, with your breath as the sounding seas. Your lips leave imprints all over my body, each one marking a way into your heart. 

To everyone else they see an empty and silent room, but to me you have given me so much of yourself by saying so little.”

-Zoe
April 13, 2014