if you don’t want a girl to ride your face then you need to reevaluate your life


(via vivaohm)

There’s something sexy about a girl who’ll jump on the back of a bike and go on an adventure without warning.

"You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know."

Henry Rollins (via lastsixfifty)

(Source: seabois, via vivaohm)


Light clinking of ice in an empty glass.

The soft lapping of the bourbon being poured.

We both stare off at something arbitrary in the distance, trying not to make eye contact.

Sipping our drinks and thinking about things that we know we shouldn’t.

Darling, Let’s be sad together. 


I still think about you all the time. I wish it would stop.

Its funny. I’ve been punched numerous times in the face, gotten my ass kicked in bars, accidentally stabbed myself in the leg (don’t ask), rolled off of a car going 35 mph resulting in 18 stitches in my face all throughout my life, and I could walk it all off with no problem. But a broken heart completely defeats me. I’ve never felt weaker in my life.

"Find me."