Spread Legs, Not Lies

Stephanie. 21. ₪ ø lll ·o.
United Kingdom.

There are no words to describe how terribly in love with my boyfriend I am. It hurts to even think about what my life would be without him. He has saved me. He makes me smile when all I want to do is hide my face and cry. He keeps me sane and he looks after me no matter what. He is absolutely perfect. He has my entire heart. He is my best friend, my soul mate, the absolute love of my life.

I have bad days and I get really sad. But, I am happy.

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via 5000letters)

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its so hard to be positive when you’re bleeding from your vagina

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“Kissing a girl on the forehead is one of the sweetest things in the world.”

ohlovequotes (via perfect)

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My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands, Carol Shlyakhova (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)

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I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.

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