one time my friend asked me to make a playlist for a road trip because their car radio didnt work so i made one that consisted of 14 different versions of party in the usa and long story short im not trusted with bringing music anymore
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
when i’m old i’m going to say “or as they said in my day “yolo swag””
isn’t it beautiful when you join a new fandom and you’re so confused and it’s so hard to remember the names and then out of nowhere you know everything about everyone you can even tell what they ate for breakfast on 25th october five years ago and you have no idea when this all exactly happened and you just cry because you’re so emotionally involved and you don’t know what to do with your life
look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful.
If somebody held me like this I think I’d melt into the gravel.
i will reblog this everytime it comes up on my dash
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
Find someone who isn’t afraid to admit that they miss you. Someone who knows that you’re not perfect, but treats you as if you are. Someone who’s biggest fear is losing you. Someone who says I love you and means it. Someone who gives their heart completely.
really nothing nicer than someone saying “saw this and thought of you”