[a-thousand-words]

If you don’t have passion for something, you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place.

Lee Alexander McQueen (via hxkyeon)

[saintwcst-blog]

Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.

(via cratur)

[bostonpoetryslam]

I step outside for a smoke & it’s obvious the world is ending. Someone let the poets out & they’re eating all of the birds.

Gregory Sherl, “Science Fiction,” published in Split Lip Magazine (via letters-to-nobody)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

My memories have turned into anxieties.

Fernando Pessoa (via rosettes)

[decentcomputer]

[oathkeeping-deactivated20230405]

[dollarsign-deactivated20140610]

i need a 3 hour kiss

[ordinary-magic-wisdom]

Don’t try to figure me out. It will only exhaust you.

Unknown (via battery-operated-toy)

[overlyabrasivesociopath-deactiv]

Reblog if you have no Valentine.

[kkimjuu]

is there someone you like?

Yes. Borderline obsession, if you ask me. 

[memewhore]

[yongjiix-blog]

Fuck buddy application.

[kkimjuu]

Fill this out and send it to my submit box.

Name :

Availability (How busy/not busy are you.) : 

Soft or Rough? :

Dirty talk? : Yes [] No []

Dominant or Submissive? (Or both.) :

Some (Or all) of my turn on’s :

Other thing’s you should know :

[neatomosquitoshow]

I remembered what it was like, knowing what you want to eat and then making it, forgetting about the ending in the middle, looking at the ocean for a long time without restlessness, or with restlessness not inhabiting the joints, sitting Indian style on a porch overlooking that water, smooth like good cake frosting. And then I experienced it, falling so deeply into the storyline, I laughed as soon as my character entered the picture, humming the theme music even when I’d told myself I wanted to be quiet by some freezing river and never talk to anyone again. And I thought, now is the right time to cut up your shirt.

Katie Peterson, "Pleasure”  (via letters-to-nobody)

[anneboleynsarchive-blog]

"but officer they were fucking with my clique"

[sexoexo]

[kkimjuu]

‡

Now to say she loved sleep was an understatement. 

She worshipped the act of sleeping, adored it. If she were to ever commit suicide—that would be how she did it. In her sleep.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she felt pressure at the end of her bed, the familiar sound of skin sliding against silk evident. She knew before he spoke who it was. She didn’t move, remained perfectly still—thought if she feigned slumber he’d leave. 

The weirdest part was he didn’t try anything intimate. He just…laid there, beside her; the sound of his breathing in sync with hers.

"I would kill you for sneaking into my room," she began, "but you’re lucky that I like you."

[azzrz]