i want a girlfriend, like, seriously.
a girl to be sweet to, and do nice things for. a girl to fall in love with and give my all to. to take the movies on $5 tuesday and share popcorn with. to leave love notes in her pocket after a day’s worth of quality time spent together. to give flower gift baskets with the chocolates, and leave them at her door because she’s cramping. to surprise her at work with a bouquet of roses just because. to stay on the phone with talking about the most random and outrageous shit until 5am. to make those cheesy, corny, but cute ass couple videos with. to cook meals for, or if we both can’t cook, just pop in a frozen pizza and sit on the couch and watch a movie. to buy matching hoodies with, with our names and the two little minnie mouse symbols, because we’re just that damn gay. to buy extra large slurpees for from 7-11 and bring them to her in the middle of the night. to wake up with sweet, soft kisses to the face. to crack a smile onto her face when she’s having a bad day, just by the sound of my voice. to affect her in every way possible. to have not only an emotional, but mental and spiritual hold on her. to connect with her, and bond in ways that we never knew were possible. to lay in bed together, falling asleep to the subtle breathing and heartbeats her body generates. to appreciate and embrace her. to remind her that she’s the most beautiful creature that has ever walked onto this planet. and whatever else she needs… to just fucking, love, man. to just love.
(via yung-woc)
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
He wasn’t paying attention to me, and it didn’t hurt. But it was all the worse for that, for I realized it wasn’t his attention I wanted. And that hurt. That hurt so fucking bad.
I’m the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.
Don’t let it find me.
Catch me when I fall.
Hide me when it comes.
Love me to the end of the ever expanding universe.
And please don’t let it find me.
roses are red violets are blue
pull my hair while I go down on u
(via officialinternet)
