cokeflow:

roses are red

violets are brown

who keeps shitting in my garden

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de-caf:

hold me, comfort me, whisper to me, even when the times get hard. kiss my neck, the palm of my hands, the curve of my hips, then kiss me gently on the nose. stare at me, and you will make me blush. grab me by behind and you’ll forever be mine. play with my hair and tickle my feet and i will smile and love you heaps. i just want someone to be behind me, in case i fall, or i hurt myself. i want someone to pick me up and love me till i feel fine again. 
makemestfu:

So relatable blog :)

anotherdoctorwhofangirl:

one time when i was 6 my mom caught me trying to eat pure sugar out of the container so she stopped and said “Would you like to have something even sweeter?” and of course little naive 6 year old me said yes yes i would so she said “smell it first and then decide” and handed me a bottle of straight vanilla extract and of course it smelled like the tears of jesus so i said YES give me and she let me take a huge swig and this is why i have trust issues

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skate-high:

To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.

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