Wanted: handsome man who will kiss my sunburns and make them feel better. Message me if interested. Serious inquiries only.

Now taking applications from cute boys who will rub aloe on my sunburned back every night


don’t buy that “love is a serious word” crap. love freely and carelessly. love yourself. love that lady bird that just flew past. love that cutie that served you lunch at a cafe that you’ll probably never see again. love every single cat you see and when you stop loving someone or something, don’t fight it. 

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Would you stay and talk to me? Just until this storm has passed, because your voice soothes the waves that have been crashing against my soul, and I’m so tired.

Be here with me, and let’s talk of love, hope, peace, and the joys of tomorrow; it’s so dark and the world is so hurt, but if we talk for a little while, maybe we can bring a little light to where we are.

So, stay with me, and let’s talk until the pounding has stopped, and the world is silent and still again.

by T.B. LaBerge // Let’s Talk (via foundworthy)

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and He saw that it was GOOD.

im reblogging chris and his burrito from a year ago i just think this is important

AND a baja blast freeze. This is a quality photo.
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
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Beard beginnings

Oh my lanta, a man bun AND A HOOP.
She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.
by Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook  (via adventuringwhatever)

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holy perf tattoo
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
by Haruki Murakami (via brouhahamagazine)

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Let go of who you think you need to be and just be who you actually are.
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You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

What I needed

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