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i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails

I’m ‘sup cutie? I’m still awake. I saw you in my dreams.’

I’m *heart eyes* You’re hot. Let’s hang out.

All aboard the Wattlet conga line~ @thetippler and i did a collab together to swap comic’s , though i went and added the extra mile on top of the basic animation we first planned on Thetippler’s original comic here Thank you again for making this comic~

every Killers song sounds like the ramblings of that one incoherently drunk girl in the bathroom and i think that’s incredible sexy of them

like, ur so right queen, he DOESN’T look a thing like jesus… (?????)

wait, wait, wait- WHOSE boyfriend looks like a girlfriend you had in february of last year? 

girlie, i’m glad you’re doing just fine, but WHY were you in a CAGE PLEASE TELL ME THAT’S A METAPHOR?? 

no, i don’t know if we’re human or if we’re dancer, but my friends are leaving the bar so i gotta- dancer. we’re dancer- NO DON’T CRY

you and me in bed and im covering you in kisses until you're giggling and warm

I wanna be kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and

ah the indescribable sensation when it’s late at night and you get off facetime with someone you care abt and your stomach is replaced by a vast pit of emptiness <3

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

actually sex is fun and casual if you want it to be and serious and sacred if you want it to be bc you make that choice for yourself and nobody else!

thank you @a-flawless-catastrophe for this excellent way of putting it this is perfect

An agate stone that looks like a window to the ocean.

i'm... i'm sorry?

he WHAT??

(suffering the clear and obvious ramifications of my voluntary actions) once again god torments me for no purpose but sick amusement