I JUST WANT A BOY TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND OTHER THINGS AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS AND TALK ABOUT THE UNIVERSE AND UGH
(via dreamtakeeer)
i like my men how i like my tea
thrown in the boston harbor
I like my men like I like my wine.
Twelve years old and locked in a basement.
I like my men how I like my meat
ground up and in the freezer
I like my men how I like my books
bound in leather
I like my men how I like my homework
spread all over the table
one on top of the other
I’m so done with this site omg
welcome to tumblr everyone
(Source: alpakanaitis, via khaaans)
A moment of silence for all the times we drew people with arms behind their back to avoid having to draw the hands.
I really tried to scroll past this, the denial was eating me alive though.
This post is my life.