Kinda want to play with your hair kinda want to go down on you for 45 minutes
No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.
— never forget to be kind to yourself. (via splitterherzen)
*sees a pic of a skinny person* *inspired for 11 seconds*
*flirts with someone by reblogging their selfie*
Why can’t people be really fucking spontaneous more often. Like why don’t people get on buses in the middle of the night to see someone or call them and say what they feel exactly how they feel it. It’s all fucking mundane shit, trying to keep your cool, playing hard to get, hinting and confusing signals ugh I hate it
Ellen talking a about foods from the 50s
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sky like this before and it’s incredible