asaprockay:

this should have been nominated for best picture

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.
(via bl-ossomed)
arcadia-dreams:

"Thousands of lights can be lighted from a single candle, and the light of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreasesby being shared"Buddha

arcadia-dreams:

"Thousands of lights can be lighted from a single candle, and the light of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreasesby being shared"

Buddha

sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

honours:

started from the bottom now we a little bit above the bottom

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via xxill)

ateenagefuckery:

alisaolivia:

This made my night!!

It’s not Kool-Aid until you taste the diabetes!