"I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write."
i dont get sexually frustrated i just get romantically frustrated like why isnt somebody holding my hand
(via lrvin)
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
SIGNAL BOOST.
The small amount of notes on this post worries me.
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS
REBLOG THIS OR ELSE
imagine it’s you
(via 10000steps)
Everyone go home, stop making music, stop whatever you’re doing.
This guy winsI will never be sad again.
(via potential-of-the-joke)
talk bout food porn.
(Source: sassydad, via allansimoncosta)
DISHONOR ON YOU
DISHONOR ON YOUR MCDONALDS
DISHONOR ON YOUR MAPLE
DISHONOR ON YOUR SCONE
DISHONOR ON YOUR KOALA
DISHONOR ON YOUR SENPAI
DISHONOR ON YOUR VODKA
AND DISHONOR ON YOUR BAGUETTE
DISHONOR ON YOUR MANGO.
DISHONOR ON YOU TAMALES
DISHONOR ON YOUR HUEÁS
DISHONOR ON YOUR HONOR
(via iminfatuatedwithlust)
i love how potato in french is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
That is exactly what happened.
(via iminfatuatedwithlust)
Guys.
It happened.what a time to be alive
impressive
(Source: youtube.com, via lrvin)
German guy confused by the meaning of “Party Pooper”.
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE SEEN ON THIS WEBSITE EVER.
(Source: itsfunnytome, via lrvin)
(Source: pookerskull, via 5tefanie)
Interesting words
(via illiterations)
To feel the mass of his lips upon mine. The caress of his touch, all, overtaking me like a shadow. Sweet dreams do linger on my mind of his dear stare, and all I can do is wave at the seas
