She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
@23 hours ago with 50938 notes
"Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake."
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@1 day ago with 605579 notes
I remember how my ex used to do that when she was sad, she sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist and just kept kissing my neck softly and slowly and i stroked her back for like 2 hours without saying anything and that’s all and i really fucking miss her.
(Source: nymphoninjas, via vodkacupcakes)