breakfast-with-satan:

so this is what life has come to

kryptoni-te:

IF YOU KISS MY COLLARBONES OR MY NECK I AM YOURS

(via hotboyproblems)

Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober. - (via laurenrosenicole)

(via sexcake)

tyleroakley:

death-by-lulz:

You can change the direction this train is moving just by thinking about it.

This fucked me up.

treebeards:

ulyssee:

cigs4kids:

what if grass licked your feet when you stepped on it

i would do a split

(Source: bummrd, via young-wild-wanderlust)

softmikus:

yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep

(Source: sylvehun, via hotboyproblems)

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