#mmmhhmmmmm

[borgialucrezia]

— Kiss me. Kiss my heart. My heart.

[heartyluv]

Jay im just expressing but good lord i miss cowboy caleb /runs away/ and since we experienced jealous reader, now i wonder what are your thoughts on jealous cowboy caleb.

mm… jealous cowboy caleb is so sexy… bc he’s lowkey so calm about it…

i think it takes a lot to make him jealous tbh. bc he knows you look good and can’t blame someone for looking or even fantasizing. but there’s levels to itttt

he makes it very known and clear that you’re with him anywhere you go, everybody and they mama knows that. subtle, but impossible to miss

but should anyone look too long or even get the courage to fix their lips to say anything other than pleasant hellos and surface level polite conversations, well now he becomes a force field that they can’t get past 🙂‍↕️ he doesn’t allow for the dialogue to continue when he identifies their intentions, semi-polite about it when he wraps an arm around you and calmly tells them to have a nice day

he’d even opt for just sliding his hat onto your head, no words needed

he’s the type to bring you home and fuck you on the porch, JUST CAUSE HE CAN!!!! marking you up wherever he can reach, making you tell him who’s woman you are while he sucks and licks… and when you’re getting pounded, you just can’t help but admire the ranch that he’s built for you and the land he’s made yours… that’s always gonna be your cowboy

[kanadabiscuits]

Heee! My dash did a thing...

[elenarainha-blog]

the sims

[bigblackduck]

The dads in DDADDS (minuse that one /hisses) are 100% better than I expected T_T bless the Game Grumps and company aahhhh

ALso that one FCUKBOY fcukdad? EHM....istg my fcuk boi senses were tingling but I was like yo don’t be rude...give them all an equal chance but HA NOPE I KNEW IT

Not gonna spoil it for y’all but THAT FCUKBOY fcukdad LOLOLOL I had a huge gut feeling that he was leading the protag on and yUPPPPPP 

[imperialdramons]

tbqh I should add my su ships to my shiplist because I just???? really love so many of them? I should also catch up with the show again when I have a chance, I feel like I’ve missed a lot, but atm I’m reliving my childhood and watching digimon. I.... I should add my....digimon...ships...too...oh boy...oh...boy...

[merri-cherry]

Yanno what I might do

Is sell some of those buns I made so I can make prints for BLFC .HMMMMM. Also cards might be cool. I hear people use instigram to auction off stuff sometimes . IDK these are ideas .

[frickyyfrack]

Tell The People You Love That You Love Them

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

I could be walking down the street one day, blasting Rihanna or Fleetwood Mac, jamming so hard that I don’t see the bus coming. I could be walking with a book in my hand, reading until the very end. I could be paying total and complete attention, imagine the impact before it arrives.

And I’d really, really rather not die with some confusing statement I said sitting in the phone or the thoughts or the memory of someone I know, care about, need.

I know how it is—we all want to be mysterious. None of us want to get hurt. None of us want to look desperate. So we wait to respond to texts, phone calls, emails, Facebook messages, Tweets. So we communicate our emotions in how we end our messages (no period this time? Really gonna get them.). So we say vague, half-statements and expect people to read our minds.

But what if we died?

What if the last thing you ever texted that girl was, “I don’t know, whenever,” when she asked when she should come over, even though you really really wanted to see her right now? What if you were head-over-heels in lust with some beautiful human in your Lit. class but you chose to wait 15 seconds before texting them back, only to never get the chance to text them at all?

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

(So go text them back.) 

By RACHEL C. LEWIS  (X)