"My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest."

Moriah Pearson  (via hefuckin)

(Source: mooneyedandglowing, via messyhair-tiredeyes)

pimpdaddytavros:

i want to be rebellious but i dont want to get in trouble  

(via hate)

illest:

Ladies, if you think your man is cheating. Take him to that bitches front door and see if his wifi connects.

(via trust)

"I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable."

Lynn Barber, An Education  (via perfect)

(Source: larmoyante, via dissmiss-your-fears)

"I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art."

Helena Bonham Carter (via sickur)

(Source: bird-madgirl, via golden-star-fall)

"

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

"

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

(via dissmiss-your-fears)

rnicrophone:

bombing:

cop: who the hell ordered all these pizzas

me: you said i got one phone call

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(via patrickcolemanus)