push me onto the bed and climb on top of me
(via shasta-brah)
Dating me is like dating a five year old, I need all of your attention and I’m cranky if I haven’t had a nap
or eaten*
yes, love is work. but love must be two-sided. we are raised to give ourselves until we are drained. if they do not reciprocate, it isn’t love. love isn’t pouring gasoline down the drain in the hope the sparks you felt might light a fire that keeps you warm. love is coming in out of the cold, knowing they’ll already have made you a cup of cocoa.
(via makeelovenotwarrr16)
At this age you gotta accept that if you want to be with someone, you both still got growing up to do. You either grow together or outgrow each other.
me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,
(via serenesonder)
When you lowkey hurting inside but you gotta act like you chilling all the time.
(via loopcityhoes)
