1989 girlies really won with this album
9 million people fucking love dogs
More generally, if your partner has trouble orgasming but they’re still like enjoying whatever y’all are doing sexually can you please not make their inability to orgasm into a huge thing. I don’t mean not to be open to communication about how you can make it better for them, but having an existential crisis because you didn’t make them come is not going to help anything.
lesbian
gay
bisexual
transgender
queer
pansexual
demisexual
ace
hopeless romantics
cis-men
cis-women
non binary folks
the whole spectrum etc…
follow everyone who reblogs ;)
Fire: impulsive midnight roadtrips, hot showers, red lipstick, the warm buzz of spicy peppers, overthinking and overloving, sea salt and vinegar chips, completely passionate about everything she does, wandering art museums without a care, neon lights and glowsticks, a little messy but she tries, pop rocks, bright flashing eyes that dance in the candlelight, accidentally snorting when she laughs, a face you can’t forget even after nights you can’t remember, casual touching, the secret thrill when a lover’s hand touches the small of the back, tiny powerful tattoos, late August nights, creased book spines, cursive, always there without fail.
Air: lemon-lime seltzer water, bullet journals, old grandfather clocks, shimmery highlighter, fireflies, the smell of honey, ethereal and effervescent, always making everyone in the room laugh, opening gifts on Christmas morning, suggestive winks, fruity herbal tea, light wash jeans, philosophical discussions turning into heated debates into spontaneous make out sessions, cherry limeade, sunrises on mountaintops, classical music, gardenia soy candles, early riser, dew drops on the grass, mood swings with the weather, doodles on the cuffs of her jeans, young heart old soul, dancing in the rain, indecisive, inspirational quotes, destined to do great things.
Water: paint-speckled hands, telescopes, freckles smattered across noses, old books, a little bit lost, bites her lip unconsciously, flowy dresses, iced coffee, stolen glances across the room, adrenaline rushes, inside jokes, a bookworm letting her hair down, shooting stars, she acts like summer and walks like rain, jazz music, always has chapstick, hides emotions until it all comes out in one big rush, sings to herself, acoustic guitars, kisses under willow trees, pressed flowers, always has a story to tell, salty ocean air, breaths of stardust, handwritten love letters that smell of perfume, bare feet, acts like she doesn’t care but she cares too much, wandering always
Earth: pine needles and campfire smoke, loving hugs that you didn’t know you needed, sandy feet on dashboards, surprisingly dark sense of humor, steadfast and loyal, full-bodied red wine, loves medieval history, haunted European castles, honeycomb, newsprint left on fingers from reading the latest headline, jasmine rose perfume, cracked lips, fast falling lights as things progress, van Gogh’s sunflowers, grass stains, feels small when looking out at the universe, iron will, combat boots, stopped clocks, scattered rose petals, deep conversations at 2am, bruised kneecaps, the perfect winged eyeliner, black and white movies, sitting on rooftops
please love celebrities without invading their privacy please love them as people and respect them please love them but don’t feel entitled to them or their life they are not yours they are theirs
how can people not like cats. they literally have little paws
I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon
concept: we have no responsibilities and spend the entire day cuddling and making out in bed
let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out