In Bed The Kiss | Henri de Toulouse Lautrec
I am still laughing at the /r/relationships post about the guy who initially wanted an open relationship so he could fuck other women since his girlfriend isn’t hot because she’s “bigger”, but she had much more luck and was even with some muscular hottie who is her type while he had no luck and then he wanted to stop being open
it’s so funny and I’m so glad everyone piled onto him for it
it’s so good
it’s the best reddit post ever and i am so happy it happened to him
i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.
— her (2013)
We are two ships that pass in the night,
You and I, we are nothing alike,
I am a pleasure cruise,
You are gone out to trawl,
Return nets empty, nothing at all.
“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.”
—Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them
Thessaloniki. Seafront at the end of 19th century.
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
constantly thinking “wow, i’ve really internalized some toxic shit”