It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind

“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”

– (via swiftbeat)

whilemollysleeps:

I want you kinda drunk, sorta high and completely on top of me with your tongue in my mouth