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The life and adventures of akAsh, a 29 year old who works with fast cars and drinks too much black coffee. My name means Sky.

[perfectquote]

“The best nights are the ones you never plan.”

— Unknown

[therealsazshady]

libidinous, adj. i never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. until i was with you and i realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.

[mizuform]

sorry i came in 52 seconds i am obsessed with you

[cniku-deactivated20150715]

I want a mango and peace

[freakvampiresex]

its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

[spray-can-blog]

“Heaven exists. It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine. Hell exists. It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.”

— Heaven and Hell  (via enjoui)

[divine--lesbians]

“There was a part of me that realized we weren’t going to last, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Somehow I needed you in my lungs, etched on my skin, and laced on my lips.”

— Jenn Satsune (via psych-facts)

[sne-ha]

“I’m scared you will forget me. I’m scared you will forget how I made you laugh, how my hair would get tangled in your fingers and find its way into your mouth every time we kissed. I’m scared you will forget the sound of my voice and the softness of my skin. I’m scared about this the way I am scared of my next dentist appointment or my parents dying. The fear of the inevitable.”

— at least for today, it hasn’t happened

[bobbycaputo]

’Still NYC’ by Ynon Lan

[brwnqueen]

“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”

—

[tearsanddesire]

“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.”

— something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via bl-ossomed)

[dollymyfolly-deactivated2026032]

I’m the type of person who holds on to ticket stubs and photos and presses flowers but never puts them into a scrapbook I just have them scattered everywhere which brilliantly illustrates how I’m a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put their life together

[glorytothetroublemaker]

“And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But I’m like, go ahead. I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”

— Andrea Gibson (via zouweeds)

[inkskinned]

sometimes i’m like “why am i still here” but then i realize that i’m often the only person who is around to take bad-to-eat stuff out of my dog’s mouth and i think there’s this sort of western idea of “if youre not CEO youre nothing special” but my dog is still alive bc of me and i’m still alive bc of other people so maybe i’m just here to pet cats and wear sweaters and help people take the glass out of their mouth. you know? maybe i won’t be CEO but maybe i’ll be able to help somebody afford their trip home. and i think that’s pretty okay, you know?

[aidashakur]

Hardest pill I had to swallow was accepting what my heart already knew

[suppressingdevotion-blog]

“‎You have to be the kind of person who can make the best out of a Tuesday. You know those people who live for the weekends? They’re wishing their life away. You have to find something worth living for or else you’ll look back and realize you’ve wasted your life away.”

— Drew Marvin, English Teacher (via illuminaura)

[sovteck]

I’m fucked up about memory right now. What will I remember of my first year at uni when I’m eighty? A lot of sitting around in my square little room probably. Getting so high by the art gallery I felt like my body was tethered to the sky. Researching for that shitty essay on the Industrial Revolution? Terrible drunk sex with friends? The opening ceremony where the speaker told us to be quiet and listen to the birds? The awful texture of college dining hall peas? Cheap uni coffee who even knows