"But if you ever get lonely
And you miss me
If you need someone to listen
Even if it’s only
The sound of someone’s voice who loves you
That you need to hear
You know where to find me
If you ever get lonely"
you know when you try to keep yourself from sounding disappointed and then your voice does the wobbly thing and fuCK
Happiness is pillow talk at 2am. Happiness is waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the person you love in their most relaxed state and simply smiling because they are there. Happiness is laying in bed for hours just laughing at stupid things you say or find online. Happiness is wrestling on the floor and tickling each other until we can’t breathe. Happiness is understanding that we’re gonna make mistakes and having the strength to get through it and be stronger. Happiness is make shift dates put together at the last minute. It’s hopping in with both feet on everything we do. It’s looking into your eyes and seeing the world. It’s feeling a spark every time we kiss. It’s late night movies and drives to no where specific. It’s holding your hand when I’m scared or nervous or any emotion because I love how your hand feels in mine. It’s getting a stupid grin on my face when people ask me about you. It’s being silly and stupid in public. It’s understanding that we have different views on things, and getting past it. Happiness is what I feel with you. Every time I see you or hear your voice my heart skips a beat. After almost three years, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love our silly, weird, and hard to understand relationship. I could type a millions letters that somehow form into words along the way, and I still wouldn’t be able to describe exactly how I feel about you. With all my heart.
I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.
The best kind of alcohol is a lot.
Sundays are one of the main reasons why I want a boyfriend because what does anyone even do on a Sunday like if I had a boyfriend I could do him
or OR YOU CAN GO TO CHURCH ON A SUNDAY AND GET THAT DIRTY MIND CLEANSED BY THE LORD
I think I got the worst news I’ve ever gotten yesterday and I still don’t know how to react to it.
Daisy by Ben Torode.
reblogging the source because omg this guy’s photography is gorgeous
girls masturbate girls grow body hair girls have stretch marks girls get acne girls poop girls burp girls have all normal body functions that men do stop stigmatising all of it im so mad
guys get sad guys can bake guys break down guys want to be held guys cry guys scream into their pillow guys can have a hard time being manly so if you want us to see what you physically do as acceptable don’t mock us for being emotional
I love this