havea-nicedaze:

c0urtneys:

b0mbb:

wall-flawer:

rip-aaliyah:

man, i don’t think i’ll ever get over this picture. 

Someone please make this a gif with the stars moving or sparkling!!

Oh my gosh this is amazing

wow

No one realizes that this is what the sky is supposed to look like but we fucked it up congrats earth

queencrash:

ritornerai:

What if Gordon Ramsay voiced a GPS

"Great job, you missed the exit you fucking disgrace."

tinastryingtofindpeace:

where has this post been?!
a si proponme matrimonio y con serenata tambien
syktris:

Basement // Canada Square
Closeness has nothing to do with distance. OCC (via alexcetera)
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer. Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via yungbrndn)

steptoe:

my favourite thing is when someone says “i think about you a lot” or “i had a dream about you” or “i was just about to text you” or something because the fact that i occur to someone when I’m not talking to them or anything is the best thing i just

cockkkkkkkk:

euo:

"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher

“You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”