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Kaitlin. 25. Bay area. HSV2.

We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.

Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via pureblyss)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via two--drifters)

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.

—e.e. cummings (via observando)

lipstick-and-valtrex:

I just wanna shout “I HAVE HERPES AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”

But, I can’t.

Cause I have herpes and YOU give a fuck.

(via heyheyherpes)

lickmywaffle:

I have herpes. 

My lemons (herpes) actually turned out to be pretty okay lemonade.

lickmywaffle:

I have herpes.

My lemons (herpes) actually turned out to be pretty okay lemonade.

(Source: neepaguti)