The one that cares too much

fagbarbie:

*doesn’t have internet access for a week*

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(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

stardust-to-dust:

katiefuckingfitch-:

That awkward moment when your kitchen light goes out and you need to improvise.

Oh my god.

stardust-to-dust:

katiefuckingfitch-:

That awkward moment when your kitchen light goes out and you need to improvise.

Oh my god.

(Source: florenceandthepoutine, via ohsoderrty)


"Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then." — Angelina Jolie

"Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then." — Angelina Jolie

(Source: becketts, via wsuplexus)

captaintinyass:

Visited today a brilliant “Van Gogh Alive” exhibition.

(via wsuplexus)

surfandwrite:


I live for tiny moments.
The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.
Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in your eyelids when I kiss your forehead, the silence shared between two strangers meeting at a strange place in a strange point in time.
Your hand clasps mine and we intertwine.
"Darling, you’re with me, always around me.
Give me shelter, or show me heart.
Watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart.”
The world is an eerie grey - and my fingers glide through your hair, crawling up your arm like ants, and you don’t mind.
The world is black and white - your ear is against my breast listening to my over-caffeinated heartbeat.
There is a sort-of thrill from the warmth of your pulse traveling down my shoulders, my back, the bridge of your nose resting at the crook of my neck when you pull me into you and we fit, and so I mind. I mind.
But I am thirsty for life. For meaning. For more than existence.
So I drink in the moments. We are human, and we are alive.
Let us drown in the in-betweens.

- S. A. Z.
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surfandwrite:

I live for tiny moments.

The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.

Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in your eyelids when I kiss your forehead, the silence shared between two strangers meeting at a strange place in a strange point in time.

Your hand clasps mine and we intertwine.

"Darling, you’re with me, always around me.

Give me shelter, or show me heart.

Watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart.”

The world is an eerie grey - and my fingers glide through your hair, crawling up your arm like ants, and you don’t mind.

The world is black and white - your ear is against my breast listening to my over-caffeinated heartbeat.

There is a sort-of thrill from the warmth of your pulse traveling down my shoulders, my back, the bridge of your nose resting at the crook of my neck when you pull me into you and we fit, and so I mind. I mind.

But I am thirsty for life. For meaning. For more than existence.

So I drink in the moments. We are human, and we are alive.

Let us drown in the in-betweens.

- S. A. Z.

(please don’t delete caption/source link/credit)