soaked in sin

Keila Moore.

You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.

—Dylan Moran (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: rururupansansei, via s0urflow3r)

As I was writing the letter to tell you good-bye; I wanted you to know how sad I was that we were going our separate ways. By the time I had finished, the tears on my letter had smeared all the words I had written. As I was about to throw the letter away and start another, I realized that there was nothing I could write that would explain how I felt any better, than the tears on my letter had said.

—William Chapman (via drapetomania)

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I’m not even worried about you having a new girl because I know we’ll end up back together 

I hope you see my face in every passing car and hear my voice in your favorite songs and you realize I was the one all along

—bzq (via x69o)

(via skyblueeggplant)

Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

—(via 4everyoungz)

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