"Maybe you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too."
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too."
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Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via blua)
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(via womenreadaboutthemselvesincolor) LOVE YOU AND THIS
Confession
I can’t stop thinking about everything that has happened in the last 24 hours. About all the things I want to happen and won’t. About this cold sidem of the bed. About his lost tooth. About how I keep trying to run and I can’t.
My chest is heavy tonight. No, really. I think I worked out too much. Or ate too much. Maybe I cared too much.
(Source: everconstant)
Confessions
Nights like tonight call for cuddling men.
So why are you over there while I’m all the way over here?
(Source: leilockheart)
I need this outfit.
