I Am Me

The Rest Is Still Unwritten

[thelovewhisperer]

Date a boy who makes you happy, but marry him only if he makes you laugh deep-belly rumbles that hurt your ribs as they expand outwards. Date him when he sees that you’re hurting and he gives you a moment to feel that pain like a handprint spreading across your consciousness, marry him only if he can make you smile even while you’re gross sobbing. The world is not a kind place. You will feel a lot of pain. Make sure you are with someone who makes it all bearable. Humor is an excellent gauge of intelligence. Life gets boring. Find someone who makes the banal interesting.

The Right Man You Should Date or Marry (via thelovewhisperer)

[wordsnquotes]

Instead of asking why they left, now I ask, ‘what beauty will I create in the space they no longer occupy?

Rudy Francisco (via wordsnquotes)

Need to apply this to my life hha

[poetryempire]

Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you’ve seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you find yourself doing something and wishing they were right there by your side.

unknown (via poetryempire)

Fckkkinnng OATH!

[iglovequotes]

http://iglovequotes.net/

[blue-rey93]

Truth!

[blue-rey93]

LDS.org

[blue-rey93]

Wednesday

This whole day consists of me constantly checking my email to see when my payslip comes in so I can calculate how much will go to billls.

It’s the most exciting part of my day, even though the waterfall is in full throtle and the skyway is swaying like a ferry on rough waters.

[beyonce]

See more from #Coachella on www.beyonce.com 

[blue-rey93]

Mood

[blue-rey93]

I have more Snapchat friends then I have Facebook friends lol

I prefer living in the moment then doing things for likes and shit.

[bl-letters-i-never-sent-deactiv]

I hope your lips are forever haunted by mine.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[thecommonchick]

High school was so judgy but in college you see someone riding past on a razor scooter wearing a snuggie and it’s like “that is a smart man”

[billieroan]

“But every time I–every time I put my foot down and stand up for myself, it’s like ‘we’ve heard about Nicki Minaj! Nicki Minaj shut down a photo shoot! Oh my god! No one wants to work with Nicki Minaj!’ I’m glad you heard. Now, when I come to a photo shoot, let it be of quality. You know why? Because I put quality in what I do. I spend time and I spend energy and I spend effort and I spend everything I have, every fiber of my being to give people quality. So if I turn up to a photo shoot and you had–you got a fifty dollar clothes budget and some sliced pickles on the motherf*cking board, you wanna know what? No, I am gonna leave. Is that wrong? For wanting more for myself? Wanting people to treat me with respect? But you know what, next time they know better. But I had accepted the pickle juice, I would be drinking pickle juice right now. When I am assertive, I’m a bitch. When a man is assertive, he’s a boss. No negative connotation behind ‘bossed up’. But lots of negative connotation behind being a bitch.”

[blue-rey93]

I haven't yet read or seen FIfty Shades Of Grey, but I'm loving the soundtrack. Gives you all the ideas on what it's all about. hha

[xkittenprincessx]

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[marames]

Holy shit… something’s amiss – the strain in his jaw, the anxiety around his eyes. He shrugs out of his jacket, undoes his dark tie, and slings them both on to the couch en route to me. Then his arms are wrapped around me, and he’s pulling me to him, hard, fast, gripping my ponytail to tilt my head up, kissing me like his life depends on it. What the hell? He drags the hair tie painfully out of my hair, but I don’t care. There’s a desperate, primal quality to his kiss. He needs me, for whatever reason, at this point in time, and I have never felt so desired and coveted. It’s dark and sensual and alarming all at the same time. I kiss him back with equal fervor, my fingers twisting and fisting in his hair. Our tongues entwined, our passion and ardor erupting between us. He tastes divine, hot, sexy, and his scent – all body wash and Christian is so arousing. He drags his mouth away from mine, and he’s staring down at me, gripped by some unnamed emotion.

[fiftyshadesbabyyeahh-deactivate]

I turn, and Christian is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He’s still wearing the t-shirt he’s slept in. Just-fucked hair really, really suits him, as does his designer stubble. He looks both amused and bewildered. I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him.

[steelegrey]

The first time, ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark, and the endless skies, my Love…

The first time ever I saw your face- Roberta Flack.

[polynesianadmirer-blog]