There is more to life than increasing its speed.

1 Oct 2014

blackfemalepresident:

you deserve to be in a relationship with a person who doesnt make you compete for their affection and never has you guessing where you stand with them

30 Sep 2014


Baby I’m preying on you tonight |

Baby I’m preying on you tonight |

(Source: jaymepollock)

30 Sep 2014

passingexistence:

American Football // The Summer Ends

I’m thinking about leaving and how I should say goodbye. With a handshake, or an embrace, or a kiss on the cheek, or possibly all three. Well maybe I’ve been wrong. Maybe my intentions are irrelevant. But honestly, it’s not just for me. We’ve both been so unhappy so let’s just see what happens when the summer ends.

Play count: 9,907

30 Sep 2014

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How cute are these Greek items? @adamblockdesign has a lot to choose from…even non-Greek items! Get 10% off with my code ohiojp1001 @ougreek #adamblockdesign (at www.adamblockdesign.com)

30 Sep 2014

Gratuitous GIFs of Adam Levine being attractive.

30 Sep 2014

(Source: chelseawoosh)

30 Sep 2014

geoffrox:

Imagine if the series had ended right after this moment.

(Source: gusfrngs)

30 Sep 2014

(A reading of one of my all-time favorite poems that I’ve written)

Your Pretty Face

Your bed has become foreign territory:
though fearful, I’m crossing the borderline;
making a pathway home
substituting breadcrumbs
with each article of clothing I leave
strung about on the floor.

Even so, though the sheets have changed
and the comforter has be rearranged,
this mattress feels like it did so long ago
and you feel familiar, like an old home.

Spattered and speckled
therein lay the beauty marks under
your masculinity—that taut chest,
strong chin and chiseled jaw.

I trace yours and you trace mine.

Your stubble scratches me,
though it barely stings.

Each gesture is handled with care,
and I can tell by the way you
press up against my ribcage that
you have missed me.

Or at least, you let me believe
you will miss me when I’m gone.

But I’m here now: entwined in you.

The firm tip of your finger, lingers,
and then makes its way upwards to
my lips and begins to outline over
every skin cell attached to my mouth.

“Your pretty face,” you murmur with
lust in your eye.

I kiss your fingerprints,
and you caress my frame.
Hovering over me, you raise yourself
whilst I lie flat in waiting.

Lying under you:
a sensation I nearly forgot.
Your touch is cool, but I feel so hot
I remember exactly what it is you want —

X marks the spot, dot, dot. 

Play count: 18

29 Sep 2014

ohromanovas:

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me - Joshua Graham

(Source: skeleton-leftenent)

29 Sep 2014

I miss the old tumblr, you know the one that didn’t make me feel guilty for having unpopular opinions

29 Sep 2014

“But who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy?”
— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: tblaberge)

29 Sep 2014

seancurry1:

A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

seancurry1:

A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

29 Sep 2014

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via hqlines)

29 Sep 2014

iwouldfookthat:

This is by far the stupidest thing I have ever made.

29 Sep 2014

Baby I’m preying on you tonight |

Baby I’m preying on you tonight |