ramblings of a california girl

Sassy. Sarcastic. Sweet. Feisty. Romantic. Silly. Sexy. Me.

One day someone will come into your life and change you, either for the good or the bad. I hope it’s for the good.
— Me - Random Thought (via elsske)

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I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface.
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Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.
— Alan Cohen (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
and those sides clash so much…

and those sides clash so much…

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Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.
— Rumi  (via thatkindofwoman)

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it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.

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honestly ..

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My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

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