velvet skies.

anyone else fucking LOVE BEING IN BED???

when u get close to someone n u just think ‘i wonder when they will leave’ and ‘it’s gonna rly hurt when they do’

I just want to travel the world. Fall in love along the way. Not only with another person, but with myself and all that the world has to offer.

My heart breaks a little more every time I get to thinking.

me: *opens messages* guess i’ll reply later narrator: she didnt

believing in soulmates/astrology/ghosts/aliens/true love etc makes life interesting and fun

Put sea water in your bong and meet posiedon

put blood in your bong and meet dracula

This person gets it

why do i feel like i am so hard to love

me @ me immediately after almost every decision: oh bitch what the fuck

Beds are so warm and soft when the rest of the world is not

“your skin is so soft” is rlly a compliment on the same tier as “you smell good” 

sorry for ignoring you i was mentally dead