I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
matt healy broke my heart tonight.
something about him. something about his funny little drunken stumbling floppy soul. something about the way he addressed the crowd. asked us all to confirm that the majority of us had only ever seen him and his band through a screen and that, for just one song, he’d like us to all put our phones and cameras away. that is really really really means a lot to him that we do, just for this song. something about the way he turned away from the crowd to say “this song is about me anyway, so shut up” before swigging more wine. the way he shooshed the crowed when the music started and they began to sing along. he took himself and his wine bottle to the amp on the side of the stage, crumbled into himself and sung Me. it was such a stunning image though, that i had to capture it. I’m sorry, matty, but it was too beautiful. too childlike and broken. once the break down hit in the song, he stood back up and told everyone that, okay, if you have a phone, you can get it back out now, and you can turn the lights on and turn the place into the fucking sky, or something. then he just kind of stood and observed for a bit while everyone did. it must have looked amazing from where he was. it must have felt amazing knowing it was all for him.
he really makes me worry though, about how much of it is for show, and how much of it is art imitating life.
Wont stop reblogging
I was at this concert. You couldn’t have summed it up better than you just did. oh, Matty </3
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
You become like the 5 people you spend most of your time with. #choosewisely
You deserve someone who will always text back,
someone who will kiss you and won’t blame it on alcohol.
You deserve someone who will never make you feel like you can’t be loved.
You deserve someone who can see the pain behind your smile
and comfort you without a word.
You deserve someone who will hold you and tell you everything will be okay when it seems like the world is crumbling down.
You deserve someone who will never leave you or take you for granted, who has seen you at your worst and still loves you.
Kris Jenner is the real life version of Regina George’s mom
And which one of her kids is Regina George?
why does no one ever talk about what fire actually is like it’s not a solid, liquid or gas, it’s just kinda there
this is one of the things that have mindfucked me since forever
like what is it
I asked my chemistry teacher this the other day and he said it’s technically a gas but then he whispered that it’s actually not and scientists just don’t want to admit that they have no fucking clue
my chemistry teacher’s great