"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same"
Pulp Fiction, 1994
corsicans:

mix tapes (par chelsea dirck)
suburban-angst:

I am currently watching the office. This is great.
If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.
thislifeisonmyside:

themodernage1:

 

WHAT THE FUCK EVEN ARE HIS EYES?! FUCKING LOOK AT THEM!
unadoptable:

old
Irene tomorrow

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.