pjamma-sf:

This man…I swear! Is there a stronger word then love? Because that is what I feel for him.

Yes!

pjamma-sf:

This man…I swear! Is there a stronger word then love? Because that is what I feel for him.

Yes!

(via complexitywithinsimplicity)

You can’t reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

Mark Twain (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via wordsnquotes)

As we grow up, we realize it become less important to have more friends and more important to have real ones.

I don’t like sleep. I like glassy, red-tinted, half-shut, blurry visioned “fuck me” eyes. I don’t want to have sex just because it’s nine thirty on a friday night and your parents are out for dinner. I want that look of acceptance from your mother when you say we’ll go out to eat with them and that look of satisfaction from you when you keep your hand on my thigh under the restaurant table all evening. I don’t like sleep. I don’t like laying in bed, just allowing the present to become the past like it meant nothing after it’s happened. I like staying up too late on the good days, and even more on the bad days, thinking that maybe things will get better the longer I’m up - knowing they won’t, but still hoping they might. I like the vulgarity of late nights. Like all the bad decisions come out with the moon, or when the music from the bar across the street gets louder to cover the fact that everybody’s breathing just got a whole lot heavier. I don’t like sleep because I can’t stop thinking that if I didn’t sleep, I could stare at the night sky long enough over time to finally see a star die. People ask me why I look tired all the time. And there’s no way to say that I stayed up all night to count every star to try to sum up even a quarter of a fraction of how I feel for you. So I just say I had nightmares again. And I don’t think I’m entirely wrong. No, I don’t like sleep. I don’t like feeling like I’m missing chunks of my life, like I’m blacking out and not even with a drunk story to tell about it. I don’t like knowing that life fast forwards for me while it’s crawling for you. Because I keep trying to get on my hands and knees to keep up but it doesn’t seem to be working. No, I don’t like sleeping. Not alone, and not here. So maybe not ever.

Entirely Wrong by k.p.k

(via towritepoems)
blackfashion:

Slim @allthingsslim
El Paso
Missguided Top | Asos Blazer | Nasty Gal Skirt and Heels | Front Row Shop Bag | H&M Necklace
www.allthingsslim.com | www.allthingsslim.tumblr.com

blackfashion:

Slim @allthingsslim

El Paso

Missguided Top | Asos Blazer | Nasty Gal Skirt and Heels | Front Row Shop Bag | H&M Necklace

www.allthingsslim.com | www.allthingsslim.tumblr.com

http://haikuology.tumblr.com/post/89021913894/a-geeky-type-of-love-go-out-with-me-lets

haikuology:

(a geeky type of love)

go out with me.

let’s talk primary elections over iced chai tea lattes

on the steps of the national portrait gallery.

let’s drive to our old high school and make our own drive-in

documentary night against the wall we used to skip class

to smoke weed at and receive…

(Source: v-ison, via e-xotic)

blanq-noirette:

≈ B&W | Insta | BLOG | Rosy ≈

blanq-noirette:

≈ B&W | Insta | BLOG | Rosy ≈

(via e-xotic)

alexxinwonderlandd:

lexicalnuncance:

Ok, so I was watching Peppa Pig and well……this is one of tHE BEST MOMENTS EVER. I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING 

SHE JUSST HANGS UP ON HER

My favorite

(via crunchier)

champagne-paradise:

xo
iplayydirtyy:

xo

youngfashion-co:

Fashion Bomb Daily- Bombshell of the Day, Cynthia from New York

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