"I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck."
— the 1975. (via youthpalm)
(Source: portamial-mare, via we-both-know-imnotthatstrong)
"Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning."
Kid in my lit class
Simple yet very true.
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."
— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via cavum)
(Source: psych-facts, via cavum)