i just need tequila and friends or maybe just tequila is fine too.

summer travels is summertime sadness when i’ve got no friendsfriends.

 7
18 Jun 13 at 9 am

comatose-erection:

I have developed feelings for you,
I am developing feelings for you,
and I am going to develop feelings for you. 
Regardless who you are, we had, have, and will have a connection.
You will always mean something to me because we once loved.
And it kills me that we have wilted, we are wilting, and we will wilt and die.
Is it my fault that I’d like to believe the best in us and believe we are immortal?

(via buriedmonsters)

 1243
18 Jun 13 at 1 am

dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

oh wow lovely

(Source: staylxfted, via moon-loop)

dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.
I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.
I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.
I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 
I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.
I want to learn about you.
I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.
I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 
I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.
I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.
I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.
This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.
I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

oh wow lovely
 116
17 Jun 13 at 9 am

(Source: vlada888)

 12
14 Jun 13 at 7 pm

collectivision:

Oh well.

collectivision:

Oh well.
 6
09 Jun 13 at 12 pm

The Happiness Project, Gretchen Rubin

"

Secrets of Adulthood:

People don’t notice your mistakes as much as you think.
It’s okay to ask for help.
Most decisions don’t require extensive research.
Do good, feel good.
It’s important to be nice to everyone.
Bring a sweater.
By doing a little bit each day, you can get a lot accomplished.
Soap and water remove most stains.
Turning the computer on and off a few times often fixes a glitch.
If you can’t find something, clean up.
You can choose what you do; you can’t choose what you like to do.
Happiness doesn’t always make you feel happy.
What you do every day matters more than what you do once in a while.
You don’t have to be good at everything.
If you’re not failing, you’re not trying hard enough.
Over-the-counter medicines are very effective.
Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
What’s fun for other people may not be fun for you—and vice versa.
People actually prefer that you buy wedding gifts off their registry.
You can’t profoundly change your children’s natures by nagging them or signing them up for classes.
No deposit, no return.

"

had nice eyebrows today and it was nice

 49658
05 Jun 13 at 9 am

I Miss Sleeping Next To You. (via frauneu)

(Source: sadlittlewords, via moon-loop)

"Sleeping next to someone,
not with someone, is perhaps
the most intimate you will
ever be with another human.
In sleep, we are completely
defenseless. We are soft
and supple and childlike.
Our hard exteriors falls away
when the sand hits our eyes.
The way you sleep, with your
face softened and your arms
wrapped around my waist,
is the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen. I am not an
artist, but I may become one
just so that I can capture that
moment."

southerncharmm:

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡cute boys♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

(via buriedmonsters)

 60477
30 May 13 at 10 am

so good~worth sewing on 2 my denim jacket

(Source: p1ants, via mightycontender)

so good~worth sewing on 2 my denim jacket

lovepassiton:

i’m not surprised
that i got addicted
and you didn’t.
i kept inhaling
you.
while you kept exhaling
me.

(Source: wolftyla, via afrogami)

i have a weird way of being affectionate and showing my heart to people and don’t know how to outwardly express myself and i want to say what i mean and mean what i say but i am verbally inept and sometimes my yeses are nos and no means yes and i suck and even i confuse myself and it’s just unfortunate for everybody. 

unless i am drunk then forehead kisses 4 every1. 

 123
24 May 13 at 12 am

mightycontender:

1.
There will be days when your best friends are all in love
and you have been alone for three years.
These days will be hard, they will hurt,
they will sting with a blighting injustice not felt since
Nathaniel Whatshisname broke all the crayons
in your 64 pack way back in Kindergarten.
You will…

Mighty Contender: A letter to past, present, future selves

mightycontender:

It will always kill when a loved one says
     I just need to be alone,
     I need space.

I have seen space take the shape
     of a few provinces
     or a few stacked years

and worst of all
     the exact height and width
     of someone else.