bonerbabe: boy moans are so nice
ghosteh13: voice-of-tartarus: demeaniac: what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies? Woah woah wait you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most” that would explain...
when you feel you have lost everything, you still...
dearscience: books unexpected kindness in strangers the rest of the world to travel languages to learn animals to take care of volunteer work to do the power of a good night’s rest the changing of seasons infinite things to learn billions of people to meet and possibly love billions of people who might love you back
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want...
You go through spells where you feel that maybe you’re too sensitive for this...– Winona Ryder (via billowy)
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.– Rudy Francisco (via fawun)
ikeapunx: *needs affection and assorted fresh fruits*
makeitzayn: finally home alone *rips off pants* *blasts music* *eats 7 cookies*
bikenesmith: boo radley
baliset: ain’t no party like a Gatsby party because a Gatsby party don’t stop until at least two people are dead and everyone is disillusioned with the jazz age as a whole
so-tired-of-running: del0ppus: If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think My love for this post is unbelievable.