There are words in my head, but none of them can describe how I feel when I see this picture. What I would give to swim there.
(Source: sailorboy1264)
There are words in my head, but none of them can describe how I feel when I see this picture. What I would give to swim there.
(Source: sailorboy1264)
when the sexual tension/build up in a fic is just right and your toes are curling and you’re basically speed reading and skimming because you just wanna get to the smut but also you wanna slow down and savor each brush of fingers and gaze and swooping feeling in the stomach or the biting of lips and clenching of hands and shuffling of feet and
when I was in high school my AP english teacher told us we weren’t allowed to eat in class so I took that as a personal challenge to see what the most ridiculous thing I could eat in class without getting caught was so I started bringing soup to class and as soon as I’d crack the lid of my thermos the tiniest bit this football player that sat like 3 rows in front of me would going “I SMELL MEAT SOMEONE HAS SOUP” and no one ever believed him
Vincent Van Gogh - ‘In spite of everything’
this is beautiful
I have a lot of deep and personal feelings about this. It is going to take me a minute, the wind has been knocked form me.