princessdickhead:

The person who leaves my ass covered in bruises and knows how to make me cum within 2 minutes, but also treats me like a fragile flower and gets a little angry every time someone else tries to touch me is the person I’m going to marry.

(via les-dimanches-avec-toi)

dimanches-avec-toi:

“Perhaps I liked the idea of you, The version of you I created in my dreams, More than I liked the reality of you, The person who I found standing before me. In theory, you were utterly perfect - And yet in practice, You fell short of my expectations. Perhaps I liked the thought of you: Lending me your jumper on cold winter nights; Holding me close when the tears started to fall; Kissing me until my lips were numb with love. In my head, it all seemed to work - And yet here we are, And nothing has gone quite like we expected. Nothing has gone quite like we expected at all.”

— L.G. (via introv-erted)

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dimanches-avec-toi:

“If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you. If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you. If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you. If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you. If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you. If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you. If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you. If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you. If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you. And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus. Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

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Dolly Alderton (via gaslightgoodbye)

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dimanches-avec-toi:

“Forgive me father for I have sinned, I have loved a woman more desperately than I have loved God. I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me, father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine. I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name Dear God, let me have her Dear God, let her rest with me Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn The plum tree in our back garden has withered because I have not seen the sun for five days. I have been worshipping at the cradle of her hips father, she has cleansed me with those hands and those eyes, I do not know how to turn unless it is towards her, I do not know where to go except in her direction.”

— Azra.T “Take Me to Church” (via 5000letters)

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