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I just want to dance around in lacy lingerie and oversized shirts and makeout on someones lap
Hayley Kiyoko lying on the floor with 3 other girls in matching lingerie while singing about how her ex still wants her is the Mood I’m tryna aim for in 2018
Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.
The Dreamers
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“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
My mother never warned me about girls,
She never warned me of their lilac lips during winters cold,
Their insatiable desires to run away and hide behind murals of nature less beautiful than the nature they are themselves,
Never of their gentle prying fingertips against tight fitted jeans or cocooning covers to inch closer during movies,
She never warned me of how their eyes could be as cold and rock hard as the earth if not more,
Yet as warm as the cascade of water during my morning shower,
Never about their slick whispers from the mountains of my ears to the back of my throat,
Of the way she would taste like honey but burn like whiskey,
She never warned me of how their laugh would strike a fire in the pit of my stomach,
And I would look through dazed eyes as she danced around the fire to no music,
I was never warned of how addicting her arms would become when I broke out in cold sweats heaving from a nightmare,
Never about how my hands would file against every inch of her skin in soft prompts to be close to her almost absentmindedly,
My mother never warned me that girls are a religion,
I would eat, sleep, breathe, and gulp them in,
Never of how they are a drug,
How do you warn somebody of that though,
How is a mother supposed to warn her child that a girl is going to put goosebumps along the inside of their pounding heart,
A girl is going to make them understand the meaning of life and how to fall in love whether it ends badly or not,
How a girl is going to become the universe.
ARH // My mother couldn’t warn me about you (via racksley)
You don’t deserve that slice of pizza baby.
No, you deserve so much more than that
You deserve jutting collar bones and hips.
You deserve a tall glass of pristine water
You deserve to feel beautiful, thin, and worthy.
You deserve to starve, honey, don’t you realise?
when you’re kissing someone and you stop kissing them for a sec and smile and kiss again I can’t think of something more beautiful than that