#empty thoughts

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I love the idea of Blue waiting for Lance for 10k years but man i also love the idea of Blue not having decided yet and then while everyone else is still understandable shocked, Lance just climbs in her like it's a regular tuesday and Blue is like, "oh! Oh! This kid is ready! Strap in kid! You are fucking hired"

[anoukfreesoul]

Trying to act normal JEEEZZZ chiseled like a freaking goddd

WERE EATING GOOD HERE (keep 'em coming)

[7ayokemon]

“you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be”

but it’s castiel after rebelling for dean

[justsomefeelz]

I’m so tired of the emptiness.

Am I only a pretty face?

A nice body?

Why is it that I’m enough to be lusted, but never enough to be loved?

Every time I meet someone new I think it’s going to be different.

But it never is.

And at the end of the day I’m always left feeling more empty and alone than before…

(I guess I’m just not made for love)

[moo-blogging]

No thoughts tonight, just being casual with Levi feels so natural. Like him laying on the small of your back while you were reading with your tummy on the floor.

Or you drying his hair after his shower and he sat patiently watching you from the mirror. Or the gentle knock on your shoulder with his while you walk together side by side. You exchange knowing looks and smiles while bumping shoulders.

Or how natural it is when you slide across the bed, into his arms and he just accepts you even he is deep in slumber. His body finds yours like two magnets come together.

Like he was made for you.

[spar-kill]

Cincinnati, Ohio

Photos by me

[breathing-in-fire]

[irisitaj]

Theatrical Collapse

“I can’t let myself be loved.

Every time we talk, you make me feel excited, free, as if I have nothing to lose. But as soon as you hang up, everything turns off—the music I thought was harmonizing our love fades, and the vivid colors reflected by the sun turn into the cold, melancholic shades of the moon, even when it’s still hidden.

Then you call again, and everything colors itself once more. Suddenly, life isn’t so harsh with you by my side. But out of fear that the whole stage will fall apart again, I seek comfort in others.

I walk with you while looking back, making sure there are others behind me, waiting for the moment to reopen the scene with someone else. I don’t know how to love, much less believe that you will stay, but I am lost in the euphoric sensation of loving without expecting the certainty of your presence in my home.”