i need 5 hours of tumblr to balance out my 5 minutes of studying
I AM NOW OFFICIALLY 16 MUTHAFUCKAAASS
Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls.
Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.
Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand."
I just keep reblogging this, every time I see it.
I CHOKED ON MY COFFEE OH MY GOD.
The song Dean was playing here…
Was Hey Jude.
The same song his mom, used to sing to him as a lullaby…
Need I say more?
i think the only thing ill ever be proud of is one of my selfies being used as a emo porn site advertisement
I get emotionally attached to inanimate objects
people ask me if i like one direction and it’s like…. like…. it’s not about that. it’s not about that anymore. this is just my life now
Can u believe there are plants that are illegal
Can you believe there is love that is illegal
can you believe it’s not butter
the fact that Tumblr can fit weed, bestiality and diary products all into one post doesn’t even phase me anymore
i really dont think they meant bestiality