I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via larmoyante)
If you only crave them at night, it’s not love, it’s lust.(via keep-that-pussy-wet)
The reason I usually post/reblog all this love bird typa shit is bc I have really inappropriate stuff on my tumblr that I wish to reblog but I choose not to cause I don’t want to creep out the scarce amount of friends that I have on tumblr. And bc I’m too lazy to follow new blogs.