June 2013
“I want to say more, but don’t know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there’s no light in the room.”
—David Levithan, Every Day (via perfect)
“I am jealous of your bedsheets— the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful and generous and kind, someone who makes all of this worth it. I can’t expect everyone to know you, and yet I wish they did. I wish they could. I see people honored with awards and galas and cash prizes, but have any of them ever kissed someone on the forehead and made them feel as though they are good enough just the way they are? I hope so. There should be an award for that.”
—Thought Catalog, I Want To Run Away With You
(via dylinquent)
(via dylinquent)
Like playing with boobs?
Now you have a legit reason to do so.
Science has found that compressing the cells in breasts will decrease the chance of malignant cells growing in the tissue. So playing with boobs can help prevent breast cancer. So play with your boobs! Play with your partner’s boobs! It’s healthy!
Let me play with your boobs
For science and cancer prevention of course
If only I had boobs
Just tryin’ to help out.
“There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.”
—(via loveyourchaos)
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you”
—Shinji Moon (via cosmofilius)
There's NO excuse for hitting a woman, unless you're slapping dat ass during sex
- me in other people's showers: what the fuck is going on
“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”
—(via ikilledjackjohnson)
