ratchetmessreturns:

That was a trip from start to finish

ratchetmessreturns:

That was a trip from start to finish

breakcorechoirboy:

cknd:

dreams would be much more fun if they were multi-player servers that other sleeping people could join

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"I’ve fallen in love with you one hundred and thirty two times.
The first was at 2am, sheets sticking to our skin, sharing a pillow,
“tell me another secret”,
“okay”.
The twenty third time was on a highway four hundred miles later. You held my face, the sun with butterflies, the sky with pink. I felt the world spinning around its invisible axis, the solar system around its visible star, my heart dizzy from your gravity.
The seventy seventh time was when you came pouring out like a waterfall onto my toes. Give it all to me baby, the entire river, the flow and crash. I can take it. I can count so much higher.
The one hundred and tenth time was when you took it all away from me. Left my mouth gaping, a vacuum trying to suck you back in. I fell in love with you as you were leaving, fell in love with what I’d miss.
Fell in love with the face I kissed for the last time two days ago without knowing it.
The one hundred and twelfth time was in the mouth of another man calling me baby. “you’re mistaken, I was not born in you, I was born in blue eyes that are blinking somewhere else now”.
And shit, I fell in love with you just a moment ago, naked in your arms again, glutinous in how much of you I take, hoarding each moment I get in your arms, keeping them in the caves of my memory in case I’m forced to hibernate again.
I’ve known you for six hundred and something days, loved you in three hundred and something of them. Some days I spend worrying about finances and the state of the world, some days I spend locked in my room listening to Radiohead albums on repeat, some days I smoke too much and some days I sleep through to take a break from being awake. But some days I experience the in-between of miracles and magic. Some days I lose myself entirely, all because you exist. Some days you look at me and I forget my name. I fall in love over and over, again and again, adding another tally to the wall.
I’ve been alive for seven thousand and something days, most of which were mundane. Most of which were wasted. Some of which were spent falling in love with you, in your voice and in your fingertips, in your eyes and in your stride, in your presence and in your absence.
Over and over.
Again and again.
With infinite tallies on a wall."
Magic Numbers by Stevie Lorann (via caelums)
THE SIGNS AS MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SONGS

cementality404:

aries - destroya
taurus - save yourself, i’ll hold them back
gemini - party poison
cancer - dead!
leo - welcome to the black parade
virgo - i’m not okay
libra - bulletproof heart
scorpio - mama / helena
sagittarius - i don’t love you
capricorn - disenchanted
aquarius - famous last words
pisces - early sunsets over monroeville

jpgay:

the only people who call me cute live 7000 miles away

mumfordy:

The fact that Ezra Koenig is older than every member of Mumford & Sons will never cease to blow my mind

Anonymous asked: "One time i went to olive garden with my mom and she told me she was alcoholic and then the next time we went she told me that she was divorcing my dad"

yo-tori:

olivegarden:

THERE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN A BETTER GIF REACTION THAN THIS

Reblog And See What People Want From You!

askboxmemes:

1. A baby
2. A second chance
3. Sex
4. Kiss
5. Friendship
6. To chill
7. To cuddle
8. A long term relationship
9. A good laugh
10. An apology
11. A hug
12. Be my bitch
13. Be my sex buddy
14. Simply to be mine
15. MY BED. NO CLOTHES. NOW.

doshjun:

when u try talking to a cute boy and ur much prettier friend comes and starts talking to him too

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flannelbuttphenomenon:

life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.”  months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

i think we found the opposite of nash grier

rnanta-ray:

I’m that type of friend you can tell anything too but I won’t know how to respond and will probably just pat you on the head