i might still be ugly but i used to be uglier
(Source: pansypunx, via thats-how-we-roll-in-the-shire)
(Source: amygdala-searchings, via thats-how-we-roll-in-the-shire)
A QUICK LESSON ON CROPS AND WHIPS FROM YOUR FAVOURITE HORSE RIDER
iwillincendiotheheartoutofyou:
THIS IS A CROP
IT DOES NOT MAKE THE ‘WHH-CH’ WHIP NOISE
IT CAN LEAVE BRUISING BUT WILL NOT CUT YOUR SKIN
THIS IS A WHIP
IT DOES MAKE THE ‘WHH-CH’ WHIP NOISE
IT PROBABLY WON’T LEAVE BRUISING BUT CAN CUT YOUR SKIN
NOW GO FORTH AND WRITE ACCURATE PORN
I JUST SPAT CRANBERRY JUICE ALL OVER MY HOMEWORK AND DESK BECUASE OF THE END OF THAT.
(via werefoxx)
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
- Pablo Neruda (via ceeandycanes)
(Source: cxxandycxnes)
here’s a list of what i’d like to do with you:
- hug
- go on walks while holding hands
- smile
- kiss
- cuddle
- have cute little dates
- have movie nights
- take adorable pictures
- go new places
- try new things
- fall in love
brutally fuck you- look at the stars
- do everything i was ever scared to do alone.
(via gullifish)
I hate not being good enough.
I don’t don’t deserve anyone, I really don’t.
I have these wonderful friends, and my amazing girlfriend that supports me with everything, invites me places, talk to me, and cares for me.
But I’m not smart enough, not good enough, i’m not beautiful and talented.
And i know it’s just a teenage-confidence thing, i truly do know that. I could write an essay on how society fucks up how we view ourselves, and how self-blame often is picked as the easiest soluton, but i still can’t help feeling this.
It’s ridiculous, really.
Have you ever missed someone you literally want to just curl up into a ball and just sob until they get back
