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colincakes:

i dont chase after men but if he has tattoos and muscles a bitch just might power walk

tiddygorl:

Me as a good friend: *supports and encourages ur hoe activities*

I want girls to just be able to feel like they can do whatever the fuck they want. You can be really smart and really fun, and not be afraid to be funny. Girls forget that they have so many facets.
-Este Haim, the glorious patron saint of unapologetic women everywhere (via thatsthetrutru)
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
-my head everyday (via franki-e)
You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it and that the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle and I saw us as the sun.
-Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.


-Another Piece About You (via brennanat)
You’ll regret not kissing her a lot more than you’ll regret kissing her.
-(via lost-veins)

the-winchester-initiative:

do you ever have to backspace a reply because

no

our friendship level is not ready for that

conceals-not-the-lie:

peaceful-moon:

transparent dreamcatcher for your blog

cool1
always-arousedxxx:

I love your breathing changes as soon as you touch my body…