That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection   (via fabulousbitch69)

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michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

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I don’t have to say a word. She just looks at me and sees who I am and how I feel, and accepts it. She doesn’t try to change it, doesn’t want to change it. There’s a billion people out there, but I imagine there’s only one her.
Grey’s Anatomy (via anditslove)

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Dear darlin’, please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking
'Cause I’m cold and alone tonight.

I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried.

It was selfish of me to say that you never loved me. But it was just as selfish of you to pretend that you ever did.
Small conversations, #17 (via katelizabeth)

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stumblingtoglory:

Emptying the cup to fill the pages.

stumblingtoglory:

Emptying the cup to fill the pages.

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