"I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form."
the perfect family :’0
"If you show me you don’t give a fuck, I’ll show you that I’m better at it"
I don’t want to date you AND your phone. I want to date you. I don’t want to wake up in the morning to you and your instagram/twitter feed. I want to wake up to you. I don’t want my time with you to be divided by when you’ll pay attention to me and when you’ll pay attention to your social media. If your phone is more interesting than me, then maybe I need to figure out what I’m doing wrong.
It’s 2014 and relationships can begin and end with one text message. Relationships are even determined how strong they are through the art of texting: either you text all day or every once and awhile to check up on each other and figure out when you will see each other…
"Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed."
I picked joining Tumblr and staying active on here because:
- I’m not attractive enough to be a Youtuber
- Not popular enough for twitter
- Facebook is dumb
the true gay icons
ive been waiting for these gifs together in one set my whole life
Blouse Collars, 1940s-50s - By Charlotte Dymock.
if u rub your boobs together it will start a fire