Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.
(Source: grasstafarian, via softaffections)
of you.
Emma, 18, NJ.
Portland, OR in the fall.
"I was born into Bolivar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps."
• about
• face
• writing
• to be happy
• reminders
• Message.
• Musings. My heart isn't breaking down.
send me a fruit
| Strawberry - I’m in love with you. |
| Cherry - I love you. |
| Watermelon - I think you’re cute. |
| Blueberry - You’re amazing. |
| Kiwi- You’re pretty |
| Rasberry - You’re hot. |
| Plum - I would fuck you. |
| Paopu Fruit - I would date you. |
| Grapes - I could stay on your blog for hours. |
| Lemon - You are my tumblr crush. |
| Orange - I want to get to know you. |
| Tangerine - We have a lot in common. |
| Lemon - I wish you would notice me. |
| Lime - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. |
Anonymous asked: black
Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure who that person would be so I don’t know that I can report a fact about them? But if anything, they’re absolutely hilarious.
Decided to listen to the new album from The Front Bottoms and I’m SO glad I did. Everything they do is golden. They just…get it? I DON’T KNOW MAN BUT THIS IS SO GOOD.
I don’t know your friends, don’t know where you’ve been.
(Source: Spotify)
followers, what do you want to know?
| Purple: | 10 facts about my room |
| Blue: | 9 facts about my family |
| Green: | 8 facts about my body |
| Yellow: | 7 facts about my childhood |
| Orange: | 6 facts about my home town |
| Red: | 5 facts about my best friend |
| Pink: | 4 facts about my parents |
| White: | 3 facts about my personality |
| Grey: | 2 facts about my favorite things |
| Black: | 1 fact about the person I like |
[POSI JUMPS THROUGH YOUR FRONT DOOR TRIPS OVER MY OWN FEET AND PETS YOUR CAT] let’s talk about the wonder years
(via p0pcorn-punk)
I just really hate that you’re letting this happen because you’re supposed to be the one person that doesn’t. I literally gave so much of myself to you and let you in more than ANYONE else in totally different ways than anyone else and you accepted it and knew it was special and now you’re just…not talking to me. I don’t know what I did, if I even did anything, but you’re cold and distant and I hate it. I absolutely hate it and I can’t take it and I miss my best friend and I need you back.
Don’t google your name. Ever.
Don’t “search” for yourself
on anything that glows in the dark.
Don’t let your beauty
be something anyone can turn off.
Don’t edit your ugly out of your bio.
Let your light come from the fire.
Let your pain be the spark,
but not the timber.
Remember, you didn’t come here
to write your heart out.
You came to write it in.
(via anatskatic)
