“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”
— (via stymshaws)
So homosexuality is a sin but high heeled sneakers aren’t
i hate how some girls give guys all these expectations as a boyfriend like to buy the best valentine’s day gift or to always text back or to pay for every dinner i mean seriously if youre my boyfriend we can just makeout and eat chinese food i dont care
do you ever just wonder what the tumblr workers think of us
we think you’re all a bunch of idiots
oh
I really want to hear Obama say “nigga please” just once
when you’re singing really loud and someone walks in and you just kind of
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
