it’s wild sliding back into depression when you’re self aware from being through it before because your brain starts telling you all these mean things and you’re just like “wow we’re doing this again huh”
Sometimes I don’t think men realize how important intimacy is before sex. Yeah like I know we are gonna fuck. But sometimes I wanna lay with you and make out and just have you touch me all over and slip a hand between my legs for a while so that after its all over I can think of the way your hands scorched across my skin. I wont ever forget.
““That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence””
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via hplyrikz)
