mutilatedmemories
His rare, quiet groans are nothing compared to the way you’d moan my name, grab me forcefully and kiss me with every ounce of energy you had. The way he just lies there is nothing compared to the way you’d push yourself against me, or pull me down, until we were pressed so closely together that even when wearing layers of clothing I’d swear I could still feel your skin against mine. I don’t know why I keep trying to erase you by using him. His lack of passion only serves to further strengthen the memories of you.
He is Nothing. You Were, Are, and Always Will Be, Everything (via mutilatedmemories)
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someidiotontheinternet:

principiosrotos:

my best friend is an atheist, but whenever she is comforting me with something in my life she uses examples of God to help me because she knows it makes me feel better, and vice versa, when i comfort her i never bring up God because i respect that it’s not something that helps or works for her

i feel like this is a model of how the world should work

that is perfect