inyourlanadelway:

Love this

swee-tea:

m-ignon:

forever-ourlove:

unexotic:

littlemisspartyhardy:

teensfromhell:

iamthebloodywalruss:

when he tightens his arms around you, best feeling ever

I wish

wonder what this feels like

The best feeling in the world

god i wish i knew

You want to know what it feels like? It feels like you’re safe. It feels like no one can hurt you. You’re under his warm embrace. Feeling his muscles around your waist, your body being pulled closer to his… The feeling is indescribable. When they say it’s the best feeling ever, they aren’t kidding. Because in that moment, when you’re sharing body heat, there isn’t a place you’d rather be or a single thought that crosses your mind that doesn’t involve him. When a guy gives up all of his “manly” pride just to hold you close to his heart like this, is when we, ladies, need to realize that he truly does love us. And we need to not let it go to waste.

hopefully one day

i crave this so bad

unicorns0n-acid:

✟softgrunge✟

alaskas-fault-was-in-her-stars:

goonforgetmeidontmatter:

alyssaemilie:

if you close your eyes right before the train hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.

I always reblog this I just love it so much 

I can never open my eyes after this, i really feel like im dead and i feel so peaceful and happy

Okay, when you die you feel neither peaceful nor happy. You are dead, you feel nothing. This is NOT a good attitude to have. Don’t romanticize death, because it’s painful. No matter who you are, when you die you will rip someone’s world appart, and no one should be romanticizing and wishing for that. In addition, I don’t imagine being HIT BY A TRAIN would be a peaceful way to go, you might not die on impact, and so would be left lying on the tracks in unimaginable pain until you bled to death, your entire body broken and bleeding, most of your bones completely shattered. Stop making things like this out to be wonderful, and happy, and good. Dying is none of those things unless you are suffering from cancer. When you die you aren’t peaceful or happy, you are dead. And you’ve left all the people who love you to pick up the pieces of their lives and try to fit them back together without you, while they wonder what they could have done to keep you here. Don’t romanticize death, it’s not romantic.