(Source: d3ssins, via morgalorgz)
ok none of that bullshit emotional stuff
THESE are the best feelings in the world:
- peeing after holding it in all day
- orgasms
- faking ill and getting sent back to bed
- when you sing really emotionally and give yourself shivers b/c you’re fucking star quality
- getting a back massage
- seeing somebody you don’t like fall over omfg
- when you try and talk to your pet in their language and you feel like you’re having a conversation (this might just be me idk)
(via sexually)
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières (via skeletales)
….the epitome of my spring break. LIVIN WILDDDDD. -___-
(Source: officialthat70sshow, via sexually)
