"nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should have your life together already."

I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)

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"Don’t ask her to moan. Make her."

(via guy)

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"

One day,
Our goodbyes
Will turn into
Sleepy goodnights
Escaping our tired lips.

Our can I call you’s?
Will turn into
Come here and hold me’s.

Our things
Won’t be
mine or
yours anymore.

One day,
I’ll scream in the middle of the night,
And you
Will pull me close;
tell me everything’s alright
And I’ll fall asleep.
Safe.

One day,
You’ll come home
And tell me we need to get groceries,
We’ll make a list, and tape it to the fridge
But tomorrow we’ll forget it there
And you’ll blame me,
And I’ll blame you
And we’ll spend a hundred because
We couldn’t remember.
And were both too damn impulsive.

One day,
You’ll understand every aspect
Of my condition
But love me all the more.
And I’ll treasure you,
Hold your hand everytime it gets bad
Knowing I am okay,
With you.

One day,
I’ll wake up in the morning,
To the smell of cooking,
I’ll come down the stairs
Of a house we call ours,
And I’ll kiss the love of my life
Good morning
As well as goodnight.

"

TheLionsPoet (via thelionspoet)

(via larissalovesyou)

I’m super excited to go San Francisco next month with Maria!  

hiphoplovesongs:

The Weeknd - Often (2014)

Baby, I can make that pussy rain, often
Often, often, baby I do this often
Make that pussy poppin’
Do it how I want it

(via pekopekopompom)

"She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out."

Tammara Webber, Where You Are  (via 1112pm)

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"If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"

Kendrick Lamar


This line encapsulates othe concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

(via r-ey)

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