IF YOU KISS MY COLLARBONES OR MY NECK I AM YOURS
are u in love with me? no?? *slides u a chocolate pudding* how about now?
"can i ask you something?" my immediate reply says “go for it" but my mind has already gone through the seven stages of grief
you’re really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time
so at work our store accidently ordered 700 khakis instead of the 70 we were supposed to get. the khakis in these pics i took ain’t even an eighth probably of all the fucking khakis we have stuffed in the back rooms. we have too many god damn khakis. no one should have to witness this layer of khaki hell. this shit ain’t right. this is all kinds of fucked up. there are too many fucking khakis. too many.
"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"
ok but consider this
- i fucking love eyeliner
love was hidden within your smoke
please leave a light on when you go | fun.
i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.
— her (2013)