What if the voice inside your head is who you were in your past life
please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because I can’t nap with you
me trying to start my hw
college is a truly amazing place
Reading a long ass post and finding out its not funny at the end
Well, I was GOING to go to bed…
In all my years of reblogging shit, this has got to be the best picture to grace the page of tumblr. I don’t know why but this picture makes me very emotional.
It’s everything I ever wanted for that little table.
I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved