theegyptgame:

ok but ask yourself this about your otp

  • which one hogs the blanket
  • which one cuts the other’s hair
  • which one makes coffee for the other every morning
  • which one picks up the pizza
  • which one likes their music on full volume
  • which one complains about the crumbs on the bed
  • which one is ticklish
  • which one sings and which one plays the music
  • which one proposes

(via p-eterquill)

babyferaligator:

*steals ur girl* *mom finds out and makes me return her and apologize*

(Source: 420dongsquad, via forgave)

"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony."

Mahatma Gandhi (via loveisako)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via madramangjackie)

thekatediary:

tiny little turn ons:

   - people leaning against walls with one shoulder while they talk

   - catching somebody turning away smiling at a joke you made

   - people who linger on a hug for just a second after you let go

   - somebody glancing at your lips while you’re talking

(via suspend)

"I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart."

Andrea Gibson (via superbunneh)

(Source: whataboutzana, via fallin-to)

"

I am a girl with a body that does not always fit me.

It’s hard to tell people that you feel like your thighs owe you something for being too big, that you apologize for the ways your hips stick. Nobody has ever seen me any differently, but somehow I don’t think this body is mine. I am a girl with a body like a jigsaw puzzle, with a body I am still trying to fix. I am a girl with a hard body to love.

I am a girl with a body like an accident. I am a girl with a body that feels bloated sometimes, a body that has scars and stretchmarks. I am a girl with an unwanted body. I don’t always get told I’m beautiful; I don’t always think for myself.

Some days, I wake up so tired of this body, so angry at its creaks and moans, hating the ways it falls apart, hating everything, from the cellulite to the burn scars to the acne to the bruises. Some days, I would give anything to leave my body behind, slip it off like the most delicate of silken robes and walk around naked in a way nobody else seems to understand.

It’s hard to live in a body that has never been good enough. I don’t know how to explain myself, other than to say that I’ve been waging a war against my body for too long now. I want to say I’m sorry. I am a girl with a body that needs an apology, with a body that needs healing from all these ways I’ve wounded it. Nobody ever taught me to somehow pick a survivor out of these ashes and tell them to make peace with the killers of their country. It’s hard to live in a body that insists on pulling itself apart, a body that doesn’t know any better. It’s hard to live with this body when it is a universe collapsing.

This is my body — rough, worn, beaten. This is my home, my bed, my graveyard, and I will stand in the ruins I have made of this body and turn it into something to be learned. I will not let my body be a wreckage.

This is my body, scarred and bruised. This is my body, lonely. This is my body, however unwanted. My body —say it with me: my body. Mine, mine, mine.

"

This Is My Body | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

(via fallin-to)

the-teen-paula-deen:

NEVER LET A TUMBLR USER’S SELFIE GO NOTELESS

(Source: theteenpauladeen, via astound)

+ Load More Posts