I suck at sleeping #girlsnightin

I suck at sleeping #girlsnightin


look at how beautiful and perfect this black and tan I had yesterday at the Beerhive was guys

look at how beautiful and perfect this black and tan I had yesterday at the Beerhive was guys



Q
Yellow! Green! Colors! I miss you!
A

haha! I’m seeing you Friday, rightttt? I work at six am on Saturday tho :/


sundaymorningsunlight:

dyemelikeasunset:

Can we all just post this picture forever?

Reblogging This Forever

sundaymorningsunlight:

dyemelikeasunset:

Can we all just post this picture forever?

Reblogging This Forever

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Reblog and see if you get a color. (please do the thing)

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
FUSHIA: I wish I could bestfriend you off the internet.
GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.
RED: You cause my heart to burn with a fiery passion!
GRAY: I sincerely wish you would notice me.
PINK: It would be most kind should you choose to follow me.
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
BLUE: You are m-my tumblr crush...
ORANGE: I dislike your page.
YELLOW: PLEASE! I REQUEST YOU TO BE SEXUALLY INTIMATE WITH ME!
WHITE: I ASK FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE!
GREEN: I find you most attractive...!
BLACK: I would quite enjoy spending time with you...just the two of us...
BROWN: I dislike you.

hitlersbreastmilk:

do not make decisions at 2 am when you are sad

(via princess-anxiety)


mandalyntheterrible:

all that i want is boring everyday life with you. i want to scream in your face and hate you. i want to take for granted holding you close every night. missing you is nice but i want real life. i want a life with you.


1:35 AM.

mountainhands:

I am half in love
and half in hate
with you.
Its like my left
hand is pushing
you away
and my right is
pulling you in.
My bones are
aching for your
touch, but
my lips
are screaming
leave.
A civil war
in my body
at one am.
and i’m terrified
to find out
who wins.

(via idk-camilla)


I am jealous of your bedsheets— the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful and generous and kind, someone who makes all of this worth it. I can’t expect everyone to know you, and yet I wish they did. I wish they could. I see people honored with awards and galas and cash prizes, but have any of them ever kissed someone on the forehead and made them feel as though they are good enough just the way they are? I hope so. There should be an award for that.
Thought Catalog, I Want To Run Away With You
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