The guy working a Qdoba looked at me funny and was like “has anyone ever told you you look like the oldest sister on Full House?” I’ll take looking like DJ as a compliment haha

The guy working a Qdoba looked at me funny and was like “has anyone ever told you you look like the oldest sister on Full House?” I’ll take looking like DJ as a compliment haha

snoia:

i literally have no idea what im gonna do if i dont end up rich

alphaverse:

My bunny Hinata with the flower crown I made her. Cutie <3

Pics by me

Patrick on Soul Punk’s album cover. x

(Source: sailingskyline)

its okay, im used to it.

the saddest thing you can ever hear (via thewonderdick)

(Source: xehyos)

killa-kelly:

apexthief:

angelxgoldstar:

World War II Aircraft Nose Art

Bomber girls

Reblogging for the famous Memphis Bell

Love.

(Source: boomerstarkiller67)

armystrong-countryboy:

yourperfectaddiction:

Let’s do this! \m/

That’s what I need

armystrong-countryboy:

yourperfectaddiction:

Let’s do this! \m/

That’s what I need

"Everyone goes to Paris to write their memoirs."

(Source: peytonnsawyer)

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.