They're Really Into The Face-Sitting, Kids Today

Lizzy. 20. Actress. Sarcastic bitch. I like to reblog pictures of sad people touching each other.

oatmealgoddess:

greekyoga:

flewor:

"was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story

"was that just a weirdly long pause or were you about to kiss me" - an addendum

"do you actually want to go for a walk in the fresh air together or are we going to go hook up approximately now" -the third book in the acclaimed series

dajo42:

"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in

Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.

– Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via moodmassacre)