21. Michigan. Don't know what I'm doing.

 

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.

Roberto Bolaño (via bookporn)

I didn’t say “I love you” to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.

(via blk-yeezus)

People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via belowjob)

(Source: referenceforwriters)

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blossoms and spreads.

Caitlin Hinshaw, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)

Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.

Eric Thomas (via maddierose)

(Source: natural-lifters)