#{musingisms}

[noahwhyle]

Famous In Love (2018)

[melamemea]

heartless, heartless just look at me heartless, heartless everybody hates me heartless, heartless (only thinking about myself)

unge ferrari / hjerteløs

[girlsacrificed-archive]

My Tumblr Crushes:

warstopper

goldtouched

chantillystained

arrowbythebooks

musingisms

magnusofbane

maternalsavior

remembcr

amongthcwreck

Also going to shout out @eludedhell @whitlxcked @cicerosxphilosophy  &  @heartguided

[melamemea]

                                              don’t hurt me.  don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. don’t hurt me. ( p l e a s e ) 

[melamemea]

teach me what it is like to feel i m p o r t a n t to someone  willing to risk their life for y o u

[musebyanyothername]

@musingsisms

Whoever said it was a good idea to drink coffee had been lying. Anton had already had three cups in an attempt to wake himself up so that maybe – just maybe – he could get this damn paper finished. Yet, all he really felt like was dying. His heart was racing in a way it shouldn’t have been and it wasn’t because he was sprawled out on the bed of a gorgeous girl. Groaning once again, though this time louder to get her attention, Anton closed his book then. “I can’t do this anymore, Ava. I hate this stupid class and I don’t understand why I had to take it for my major in the first place. I’m an art student. Why do I have to take a history seminar where I have to write a stupid paper? It’s not fair I tell you. They’re trying to stunt my creativity by fencing me into these horrid dates with these horrid topics as if that’s going to make my art any better.

He smiled over at Ava then, pleased that he seemed to see what he was pretty sure was a smile. Ava Bennet, the girl of his dreams and high school semi-sweetheart give or take a small gap. Pushing himself up off her bed, he moved over to where she was and plopped down beside her. “What are you working on? Maybe if you tell me, it will make me think that my assignment isn’t too bad after all and then I can actually get back to it without wanting to pass out.”