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I believe in love. I believe in good people. I WISH I could believe that everyone's intentions are pure.

“I think the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let go of everything, and even when you’re at your worst, they still like you, they still want to speak to you and care about you.”

Unknown (via psych-facts)

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“If you don’t get excited when you’re about to kiss someone then you probably shouldn’t be kissing them. It should get you riled up inside and should not be mediocre.”

Crazy Sexy Khool - ridiculouslyproper (via perfect)

I lose my breath because of you

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“I am fascinated by people who are themselves.”

Phelps Schneider (via since-never)

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sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
unslowly:

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miggiethejedi:

I want to buy a little log cabin in the middle of nowhere and I want to spend every winter in it wrapped in big sweatshirts and your arms, drinking coffee in the mornings and enjoying how beautiful a forest is surrounded by fog

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sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
asurferdreams:

Nature is epic
illwriteyournameonabullet:

dreamiedaddy:

There is truly nothing like sitting your little princess on your lap so she faces you and embracing her tight with your arms. Just as she wraps herself around you and clings onto you, then buries her face deep into your shoulder. You rub her back and gently swap side to side, while giving her the occasional kiss on the cheek.
Sometimes a little needs that, to feel safe, to feel secure, to feel innocent, to feel like the little girl that she is, and to feel the love her Daddy has for her.
Sometimes Daddies need that to feel like he is her gentle nurturer, to feel like he is her protector, to feel like her emotional rock, to feel the trust his little one has for him, and to feel the love his little one has for him.

cooldeadgirl:

shitpant2:

every blogger from florida is an alligator w/ a computer. do not trust them.

um no they’re oranges, you must be new here

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March 4, 2013
I was unpacking when I heard you walk in. I had on light pink lipstick that I found at the bottom of a box. You put a few things on the counter and handed me my car keys. I kissed you and asked if you could help me move the bed. You said you needed to talk. I keep replaying this over and over in my mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to unpack the rest of our boxes.

April 4, 2013
It’s been a month since you left.
Mark says you’re not coming back.
I can’t sleep.
Are you awake?

May 4, 2013
I finally went to the doctor like you had begged me to.
You were right and yeah, I’ll be fine.

June 4, 2013
I sold my engagement ring at a pawn shop today. I bought expensive lipstick and flowers. I also bought a lot of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I’ve lost a lot weight since you last saw me. My friends from high school that I haven’t seen in years hardly recognize me. It’s weird being back in this town without you. I spend most of my afternoons at the beach. I saw a sea turtle today while I was swimming. I miss eating breakfast food at midnight with you.

July 4, 2013
I stumbled across the video of you in the car singing Taylor Swift. I deleted it before it played all the way through but I have to admit it made me laugh. I can’t remember how your voice sounds saying my name. I broke down and called you. Thank you for not answering.

August 4, 2013
I dropped my cigarette in my lap when you drove past me today.

September 4, 1012
I went on a date.
He thinks Bud Light is “quality beer”.
It just isn’t going to work out.

October 4, 2013
It doesn’t hurt anymore to say your name.

November 4, 2013
Hope you’re doing well.

December 12, 2013
Thank you for setting me free.

These short letters are straight from my notebook, unedited and carelessly written in extremely unattractive cursive. -d.a.h (via diistancing)

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sabistuki:

STOP. This is the police, you’re under arrest for being too cute. Now, put your hands where I can hold them.

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