no1left2blame
It’s midnight and you’re in my mind instead of in my bed. You’re so far away when I need you so much closer. I need your messy hair and tired eyes. Your soft skin and pouting lips. I need you. I need you in every way a person could need another. I need you in my arms, I need your voice whispering sweet nothings, I need your lips against mine, our legs tangled in the sheets. I need your skin to sink my fingers into and I need your blue eyes looking up at me with such passion it steals my breath. But most of all I just need your presence to get me through the night, to give me something to love. It’s midnight and I need you.
My Late Night Thoughts (via no1left2blame)
john-fru

raptortooth:

mybine:

lumos5001:

amazingpeetaisnotonfire:

sluttynuggets:

aphtaiwan:

johnhamishmorstan:

I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers

what why would you use numbers

so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH

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America makes no sense, as usual.

bless the person that actually made the chart

laughter from France

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France what the fuck