(Source: gay.org.uk, via youllbetheonethatsavesme)
youllbetheonethatsavesme:
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips…..would you fall in love with me for the night? This. Please.
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips…..would you fall in love with me for the night?
This. Please.
(Source: julianplowden)
(Source: when-shakespeare-met-picasso, via shadubidu)
Just a normal day.
I read somewhere, once, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside of me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, above all, toward life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.
So I sob into my hands instead.
(Source: one--choice, via youllbetheonethatsavesme)
(Source: sinestetico, via cruciatus-is-better)
(Source: oystermag, via freetendencies)
(Source: pink-amethyst, via cr00kedtruths)
(Source: fassyy, via jolieing)
< appels oranjes > by anatheme
< appels oranjes >
by anatheme
(via freetendencies)
Tupac Shakur by RAGO
one-kidney-two-hearts:
this had to be reblogged