if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll be his and he’ll be mine. And space or time won’t matter because we were meant to be.
But I won’t hold my breath. Life doesn’t usually work out the way we hope.
More than anything I want him to be happy. And maybe one day I will be, too."
— Amber Johnson, Puddle Jumping (via drizzlelullaby)
— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via ohteenscanrelate)
I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING