Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.
— (via seabelle)
No te alejes,
no se te vaya a ocurrir dejar un espacio, entre nosotros y las sábanas.
Te quiero cerca, enredado entre mis piernas, respirando mi aire,
saciando hasta la última gota de éxtasis, te quiero,
aquí, ahora, en este instante,
— Una cosa pequeña. (via amaneceresdespiertos)
…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.
— Flynn, Gillian. Gone Girl.   (via fckn12yearold)
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
— Jon Stewart  (via prisy666)
If you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her,
maybe you should take a look at your hands.
— (via y-outhlagoon)
We have kept saying ‘never again,’ but it keeps on happening, again and again—in Syria today, in the Central African Republic tomorrow. Without an idea of action, that sense of solidarity atrophies.
George Packer on genocides, remembered and forgotten: http://nyr.kr/1mVQafC (via newyorker)