01
Oct

1) I want to rent hotel rooms with you and spend more than half our time being outside.

2) I want to get lost while we’re driving because I can’t read maps and you are too stubborn to ask for directions.

3) I want to eat drive-thru food with you on the floor of our first apartment.

4) I want to get drunk in public and have you take me home while I hit on you.

5) I want to go on long adventures with you.

6) I want to go to the movies and make out with you in the back like a couple of over excited teenagers.

7) I want to lay with you under the stars and talk about the future like I’ve got it all planned.

8) I want to break in your arms once in a while because I don’t have it all planned.

9) I want to bore with you with my favorite shows and movies even though you insist it is okay.

10) I want to play video games with you and sulk when I lose.

11) I want to paint you in my poems.

12) I want to dance with you.

13) I want to spend the rest of my life with you, knowing there’s no place else I’d rather be.

13 important things I want you to know. - A (via haillucynation)

orphictaco babe.

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Wow beautiful

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30
Sep

To my future son, when you come home smiling after a long day, I will ask you whether it’s a boyfriend or a girlfriend who has made you smile.
To my future daughter, when I see you secretly smiling down at your phone, I will ask you whether it’s a boyfriend or a girlfriend who has made you smile.
To my future children, I will not stick within the confines of asking my son if he has a girlfriend or if my daughter has a boyfriend. From a young age you will be taught that whether you bring a boy or a girl home, as long as they make you smile then that will make me smile.

My promise to my future children. (via gayisthenewokay)

Love this

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30
Sep

sogaysoalive:

Here’s a little fact: While in the most parts of USA some people are fighting hard for the right to marry, away in 77 countries where being gay is illegal, they’re just simple dying to live.

Beautiful ♡♡♡♡♡♡

sogaysoalive:

Here’s a little fact: While in the most parts of USA some people are fighting hard for the right to marry, away in 77 countries where being gay is illegal, they’re just simple dying to live.

Beautiful ♡♡♡♡♡♡

(via universeisunfolding)

30
Sep

chucksraleigh:

a beautiful ending to a beautiful essay


Lol

chucksraleigh:

a beautiful ending to a beautiful essay

Lol

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30
Sep

This is so cute

This is so cute

30
Sep

Hilarious cat, definitely a pizza

Hilarious cat, definitely a pizza

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26
Sep

mediumicedcoffee:

suppdel:

do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.

Totally

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26
Sep

I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.

Unknown (via canhappenlove)

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26
Sep

otalialove: mom, dad: I'm gay/lesbian/bi/pan

otalialove: you're too young to know what your sexuality is! It's just a phase.

otalialove: *stares at a baby girl for no reason other than the fact that babies stare at everything*

otalialove: oooh! Ladies man! We're gonna have to keep the girls offa you!

26
Sep

I have tried,
tried to fix everything you have broken.

My heart,
which once was whole, but now is severed,
can no longer beat steady rhythms.
You seem to have left it in this state
where all it can manage
is a disjointed pattern, one that
not even the evilest
or the saddest of beings
could ever live with.

My friends,
they no longer long to see me,
no longer long to be with me
because I am sad,
and raw sadness is an emotion few have felt.
But I do not blame them,
for now, even when
I am with them, I am not
truly there, and it’s easier
for them to make excuses
than to deal with this mutilated version
that is supposedly me

My Mind,
which once was filled
with wondrous ideas,
and inquiring questions,
has become plagued with terrible thoughts,
and haunting answers, that
no soul would want to know about.
My subconscious, soaked in melancholy,
has seeped through the cracks and crevasses which once
did not exist.
And in this ocean of sorrow,
I find myself drowning.

I am trying,
trying to fix everything you have broken.
I sit in the ever growing darkness
that is night,
and I try to fix myself
so that maybe you will love me again.
Until then, I will spend every moonlit hour
struggling to amend my damaged entity,
while you lay in bed, unaware,
fast asleep.

 ”I remember when this wasn’t about you,”   - Stephanie Mills (via life-is—for-living)

Lovely