“Come on,” he says, pulling me along beside him. We stop in front of a painting of a boy and a girl on a marble bench on a fantasy lake in the mountains. Sebastian stands behind me, resting his head on top of mine and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Sometimes I wish I could go into that painting. Close my eyes and wake up there. I’d stay there forever.” But what about me? screams a voice...
your-forever-is-all-ineed: bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
pizza: katherlne: can tumblr user pizza stop commenting on every post involving pizza tho yeah wtf how annoying is it
mckiinnaa: It is 2am. What is the meaning of life? She has a fish face.
epic-humor: palopoli: sex is a ~sensation~ caused by a tEmPtAtIoN when a guy sticks his l-o-c-a-t-i-o-n in a girls **destination** to increase the population for the next generati0n…u get my —explanation— or need a demonstration?!?!
I don’t wanna wait forever to get married, but I also don’t want to settle down as of right now. I want to be able to live life and enjoy myself, you know? I love him dearly, though. I’ve never been in love with anyone before. He’s the one. I just know it…
poopflow: ah yes i have finally found it the g spot