I can't believe we have to fit three months of clowning into fifteen hours
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I can't believe we have to fit three months of clowning into fifteen hours
not to be gay but imagine standing between a girl’s legs while she sits on the kitchen counter
okay but like... facing her, her legs on either side of your hips, talking close, maybe she puts her arms over your shoulders or around your neck, you lean in and press your forehead against hers, just the two of you in your own world..... or maybe you’re facing the rest of the room, her chest pressed up against your back, her arms snaked around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, whispering and giggling in your ear........ dear lord i have to stop i think i might pass out
hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
I’ve never seen anything so accurate though
The worst thing about breakups is that often the person you want to cry to most is the only one who is no longer an option.
I prepared myself. I prepared myself for you to walk away. I prepared myself for you to leave. I prepared myself for heartbreak. I prepared myself for what it’d feel like when you didn’t text me for days. I prepared myself for the feeling I’d get when seeing you love somebody else. I prepared myself to be able to fake a smile when you asked how I was doing. I prepared myself to pick up the pieces of my broken heart without your help. I prepared myself, and yet, here I am, curled up on the bathroom floor, wondering what I could’ve done to make you stay.
E. Grin, i prepared myself but it still hurts (via written-in-pen)
I will never be able to talk about it without getting tears in my eyes
M. (via i-know-the-secret-of-victoria)
“Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.”
Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt (via hplyrikz)
Spin the bottle must be an even better game if you were bisexual
It is.
Because lots of people left tumblr because  Taylor is MIA there are lots of blogs that have been inactive for months, so we all need new active blogs to follow so i decided to make a follow train. You know the rules:
1. Reblog
2. Follow everyone who reblogs
3.Follow everyone back in case you missed
4. Make new friends
5. Have fun
i just want a girl who touches me distractedly. like sitting watching a movie and she just kinds of drags her fingers over your skin while watching and she doesn’t have a motive she’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you she’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for her to know that you’re there right under her fingertips
I want a man who knows that's why I'm doing it
and suddenly somehow it's 8 months later. I'm happy but I'm not the same. I don't want you but I miss us.
Why does this dog look like J K Simmons?
lingerie won’t cure my chronic depression, but if i’m gonna be sad, i might as well look cute while i cryÂ