areyouserial:

bigdhutch:

“Just Good Friends” by James Needham

Makes me think of TMYK

::GASP:: No, it’s Show Me Yours! Ermergerddd the memories.

rexuality:

me: wow this is fucked up
vagina: idk it’s kinda hot :|
me: vagina no
vagina: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

john-egberts-floating-arms:

rick-sanchez:

camiekahle:

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

I’m fucking dying

“I know it’s nothing that a plane ticket or car ride couldn’t fix, but god, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say goodnight after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say goodnight it feels like a goodbye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss, and how a “what’re you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds, and how looking in each other’s eyes will be more like analyzing each little spec of dark brown in their iris. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you’ll discover new galaxies in their laugh, and how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You’ll think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, it’s one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes, and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and shall your love be awakened again, to swim through oceans, travel over mountains.” — i.c. // a love separated (via delicatepoetry)

I am constantly crying because I’m not really here.
I am a ghost of memories and longing.
My bed does not feel like my own;
I am only a visitor whose brightly painted toenails and pale white skin scream
“I don’t belong here.”
I don’t know how to walk in the south side yet.

I am constantly crying because I’m not really here.
I am a ghost of winter
and despite the August heat,
I feel so cold.
The only words I can pronounce are “I miss you.”
I cannot say goodbye, but I’m afraid I might freeze if I don’t
because I don’t know how to be here when you’re there.

” — The Life Span Of A Ghost by Robi Foli (via veganbullshit)

Peeta Mellark + emojis

20aliens:

Larry Sultan

sexandmanhattan:

Se02 Ep04

exhistur:

I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.