I want to write poetry on my typewriter.
I want to be fresh.
Reborn. Anew.
Things just get really dark really fast.
It makes for good romance though.
I’ve missed you.
Hello tumblr. It’s been a while. I feel like I’ve really grown up and I wanna give this thing a try again. All from my fancy new iPhone.
(Source: suavemale.com, via monde-des-hommes)
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via tearsforqueers)
me trying to read fanfiction
‘she tripped, but a pair of strong arms grabbed hold of her from behind before she hit the floor’
‘…she tilted her head back to look into his eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm arms wrapped around her torso’
‘…her hands intertwined behind his neck as their lips met’
‘…she wrapped her legs around his waist as
(via awelcomedthreateningstir)
