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Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.


wheatdealer:

celsisus:

When ur hair won’t listen to you and its a mess and ur just like ???? I grew you myself??? I gave you life and this is how you repay me??

is that how parents feel


Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)

caseyanthonyofficial:

twofingerswhiskey:

a11ysonwonderland:

*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.

*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.

*points to living room* This is where we kick back.

*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.

*points to couch* This is where we chit chat.

*points to computer* This is where we click clack.

*points to shelf* This is where weknick knack.

*points to sex dungeon* This is where we paddy-whack. 

What a truly awful website this is


When I was three it was the first time you caught my eye.
I remember going from the pre-k room into elementary for piano lessons, and I would be nervous because I knew you were in there.
I wanted to see you, but thought I might implode before I did.

When I was in 3rd grade, you were on your last year at our school. I wanted nothing more than to hold hands with you on the playground. The next year, I missed seeing you. Maybe I was only 9, but I knew there wouldn’t be anyone like you there again.

In middle school, when I found out your best friend went to my new school, I often wondered how you were. If he still saw you, if you were happy, if you thought about me.

It had been fifteen years since I last saw you. Until last week.

Nobody expects their first (and very long-term) crush to admit that they had their first crush on you, take you on dates, say perfect things, be absolutely stunning, charming, turn their world completely upside down 15 years later. I never would’ve imagined. This was absolutely never going to happen.

Now I’m finding that youre exactly what I’ve thought you were for 20 years, which is nothing short of amazing.

I can’t wait to see where this goes, its already better than any fairy tale.

Hello again.


scoutingleijon:


panickyintheuk:


panasonicyouth:

kimcrow:

lord—loldemort:

tophatkurt:

homemadedarkmark:

teppelin:

This is apparently a lubricant ad. Just let the reality of the image sink in for a moment.

WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA

IT TOOK ME A MINUTE AND NOW OH MY GOD 

i’m like wtf are they say-HOLY SHIT
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY

OHMYGAWD O.O

I don’t get it. Are they saying she created the ocean? That lubrication is peaceful? What is this ad trying to say? Look, I swear, I don’t understand this and it is making me feel like—
OH SWEET JESUS PLEASE NO WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. 

Wait, what’s everyone freaking out about? I don’t get it—OH MY GOD.

I was gonna reblog it like “I don’t get it someone help” and then

OH


LMAO

scoutingleijon:

panickyintheuk:

panasonicyouth:

kimcrow:

lord—loldemort:

tophatkurt:

homemadedarkmark:

teppelin:

This is apparently a lubricant ad. Just let the reality of the image sink in for a moment.

WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA

IT TOOK ME A MINUTE AND NOW OH MY GOD 

i’m like wtf are they say-HOLY SHIT

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

WHY

WHY

WHY

WHY

OHMYGAWD O.O

I don’t get it. Are they saying she created the ocean? That lubrication is peaceful? What is this ad trying to say? Look, I swear, I don’t understand this and it is making me feel like—

OH SWEET JESUS PLEASE NO WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. 

Wait, what’s everyone freaking out about? I don’t get it—

OH MY GOD.

I was gonna reblog it like “I don’t get it someone help” and then

OH

LMAO


bile100:

bile100:

bile100:

bile100:

sizvideos:

Bird Cuts Pieces of Paper to Make Her Tail Longer

YAS BITCH NEW WEAVE!!!! 22 INCHES!!!!!! YAAAAS!!!!

22 INCHES!!!!!!

NEW WEAVE!!! 22INCHEs!!!!!

YAAAAAAAS!!!


Your smile looks like those stars I stare at in the middle of the night. It’s got me wishing again. I don’t care if it blinds me. Lord knows I can still see you shine with my eyes closed.

I’ll do anything to make you smile like that forever. (via thesadfreak)

so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡


aureat:

I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.


simsgonewrong:

and you thought your family picture was bad

simsgonewrong:

and you thought your family picture was bad


halfbakedpoet:

And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…

halfbakedpoet:

And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…


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