Your kiss tasted like the leftover sugar crystals in the bottom of my empty coffee cup.

Bittersweet.

Both left me licking my lips afterwards, wondering why I couldn’t have more.


Coffee, anyone? (via thoseconstellations)


If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or,”I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore …” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.
Ray Bradbury (via hqlines)




mrsfurstemberg:

via bushofire

iwanttobeafirefly:

Really?

I used to build dreams about you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: bornreadygeneration)



fluorescentflowerchild:

petite—fleur:

thecindercone:
The first night in the trees


blwf:

The Childerness



kushandwizdom:


Everything Love


we-arethewildthings:

Thank you so much, John Oliver.

(Source: -teesa-)





fashionablecrocs:

so lately ive been really obsessed with political cartoons for some reason

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IT IS AMAZING HOW SOMETHING SO SIMPLE CAN HOLD SO MUCH MEANING AND TRUTH







Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
(via bisexualjohn)

(Source: queerkaitlin)



ugly:

im literally tired 30 hours a day