And When My Love Is Gone, I Hope You Sing Along

ohshititsgreg:

If we’re dating and you don’t let me pretend to play bongo drums on your butt then guess what? We’re through

spicy-vagina-tacos:

i need to get fucked by something other than my life

illiteratedad:

being romantically frustrated is 1000000 worse than being sexually frustrated because you can get yourself off but you can’t spoon with yourself and kiss your own forehead

I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message

(via rawkiss)

*sigh* one day.

(via tessmunster)

disheartens:

I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection

sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me
Haiku, Eliza Kane (via nevver)
iheartfrenchi:

hannahrayninja
I’m just gonna bullshit it.
my life motto for the past 20 years (via beyleesis)

faeriepools:

Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Rub your belly when it is full. Stroke your soft skin. Hug yourself, even if it’s silly, because it feels nice. Pleasure yourself. Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Do not pinch at the fat on your stomach. Do not scratch at your skin. Do not hate the shell you’re encased in.