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I like to think I'm an original but we all know that history just repeats itself

oknope:

i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and beauty and intelligence. is that too much to ask for?


floozys:

boys will be bo-“

*flies in* 

*punches you in the face*

bOYS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE 


lameborghini:

mom: why are u always on ur phone
me: i can’t talk right now i just finished doing a photoshoot for metropolitan magazine and now simon is calling me


tvspecial:

whorville:

I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored

did someone say something


clamjob:

intensional:

snakebiteheartt:

Remember Hilary Duff was afraid to sing but then Hilary Duff helped her then Hilary Duff sang a duet with Hilary Duff 

I FOLLOW BACK

shut up we are talking about hilary duff here now is not the time to self promo

clamjob:

intensional:

snakebiteheartt:

Remember Hilary Duff was afraid to sing but then Hilary Duff helped her then Hilary Duff sang a duet with Hilary Duff

I FOLLOW BACK

shut up we are talking about hilary duff here now is not the time to self promo


lovemorganmae:

It’s 4 AM and all I want is to feel your body moving over me, hearing your breath catch as your eyes hold mine, the taste of cigarettes on your mouth. At first I just wanted you to fuck me, leaving me spent and shaking in your arms. But then I looked into you, instead of through you as I had so…


It’s 4 AM and all I want is to feel your body moving over me, hearing your breath catch as your eyes hold mine, the taste of cigarettes on your mouth. At first I just wanted you to fuck me, leaving me spent and shaking in your arms. But then I looked into you, instead of through you as I had so many times before. Then you wrapped yourself around me as my world shattered, and you told me it would be okay. At first, I just wanted you to fuck me. Then I got greedy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to let me break your heart.


aspergerhamburgerhamhamburglar:

the moon has left splinters in my side,
i’ve been sleeping on sheets
that smell like addiction—
heaven/ our gateway
drug.

  my blood tosses & turns,
  life/ restless. death/ breath-
  less

      and less and less, 
      my eyes lick the dark
             corners of the sky.


undergroundauthor:

stop pretending
that what you want
is a sturdier roof
to protect you 
from rain and lightning
and anything else
when what you really want
is a new set of skin
and for your bones
to create a better foundation
than your wobbly frame
and weak knees


I’ve spent too many nights stumbling out of bars at three am in heels two inches too high with a man on my arm who smells like too much whiskey and stale cologne. Nestling into your arms felt like going home early on a Saturday night, and I haven’t needed a drink since.

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