rexuality:

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

(via themoonphase)

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via trissaaa)

(Source: thisyearsmodel, via wutshit)

jodiamandis:

sehboofs:

that one time a guy from my school was sent home for wearing a skirt and everyone wore skirts as a protest the following school day

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That’s beautiful

(via quintonswagger)

moniquill:

Kitten: I shall groom you, friend dog!

Kitten: I have made a tactical error.

(Source: togifs, via guy)