Some days I won’t want to talk.
But please stay.
Kiss me.
Make my heart pound so loud it forces me to remember I’m alive.
 —(via c-collarbone)

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I can’t wait for breakfast on the kitchen floor and little kisses from my daughter and boxes stacked upon boxes inside my first house. But I know that despite all the efforts I exude to will time to move faster; I can’t. so in the meantime i’ll settle for jumping from piers and drunken nights at the football field, and maybe if, right now, I concentrate on this ache in my side from laughing too much, I won’t be so lonely by the magnitude of what the future has to offer.  —honalie (via honalie)

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hot doctor game too strong

i hope i fucking die in his arms and pass him a release form that says he can fuck my dead corpse pussy in front of all my loved ones at my funeral.

you should probably go outside and get some fresh air


my 6 yr old nephew has a cold and he just dropped his milk & said “the virus is in my system and it’s messing with my controls”





the ol razzle dazzle

tommy imma let u in on a secret
im lit as fuck rn


what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?

They will always ask
if it is still you.
I will say no.

I am lying.
It is still you.
It was

 —Michelle K., About You. (via michellekpoems)

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