Sometimes your mind and heart are too much. When you want them quiet. To be still—to still the tears flowing from the windows of your soul.

Teach me how to keep from drowning and taking the warmth from me. To keep my heart from being so cold after it all. Quiet, my mind. Quiet, my soul.

edens-blog:

wkdart:

iamtonysexual:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

onlylolgifs:

 People blown over in streets as Storm Ivar hits Norway

looks fun

makin’ my way dOWNTO—-
ASDFK
MAKIN’ MY WAY UPTOWN

not gonna lie at first I thought these people were really good at the Smooth Criminal lean

step 1. buy several hundred bags of miniature marshmallows 
step 2. somehow get upwind
step 3. open the bags and let the sugary puffs fly free
step 4. enjoy the sight of people getting absolutely pelted with marshmallows 
step 5. ?????????
step 6. profit 
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edens-blog:

wkdart:

iamtonysexual:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

onlylolgifs:

 People blown over in streets as Storm Ivar hits Norway

looks fun

makin’ my way dOWNTO—-
ASDFK
MAKIN’ MY WAY UPTOWN

not gonna lie at first I thought these people were really good at the Smooth Criminal lean

step 1. buy several hundred bags of miniature marshmallows 
step 2. somehow get upwind
step 3. open the bags and let the sugary puffs fly free
step 4. enjoy the sight of people getting absolutely pelted with marshmallows 
step 5. ?????????
step 6. profit 
Zoom Info
edens-blog:

wkdart:

iamtonysexual:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

onlylolgifs:

 People blown over in streets as Storm Ivar hits Norway

looks fun

makin’ my way dOWNTO—-
ASDFK
MAKIN’ MY WAY UPTOWN

not gonna lie at first I thought these people were really good at the Smooth Criminal lean

step 1. buy several hundred bags of miniature marshmallows 
step 2. somehow get upwind
step 3. open the bags and let the sugary puffs fly free
step 4. enjoy the sight of people getting absolutely pelted with marshmallows 
step 5. ?????????
step 6. profit 
Zoom Info

edens-blog:

wkdart:

iamtonysexual:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

onlylolgifs:

 People blown over in streets as Storm Ivar hits Norway

looks fun

makin’ my way dOWNTO—-

ASDFK

MAKIN’ MY WAY UPTOWN

not gonna lie at first I thought these people were really good at the Smooth Criminal lean

step 1. buy several hundred bags of miniature marshmallows 

step 2. somehow get upwind

step 3. open the bags and let the sugary puffs fly free

step 4. enjoy the sight of people getting absolutely pelted with marshmallows 

step 5. ?????????

step 6. profit 

Yeah cuddling naked is nice but there is something so sensual about laying together with your clothes on just to have them lift your shirt a little and grab your hip, then run their hand up and down your body to tease you. And by having just a small bit of your skin exposed, it leaves your body begging for more, and your nerves burn to have their hand pull your shirt up just a little more, grab your waist and caress your skin. Then the sweet and dangerous motion of their hand tugging your pants down slightly to give you false hope of satisfaction is dispelled by the sudden tug to pull your pants back up, and it gives you the feeling of dire need to be touched more. Clothes are great, actually.

thatonebl0nde:

Me.
Yes.

Feeling the wind blow through your hair, carrying your feelings from the core all the way through your body; enlightening you with each chill bump, warming you whole and yet, leaving just as quickly as it passes. Everything seems this way. Feeling everything all at once, with full passion and emotion. A feeling where it swallows you whole and burns through your soul. Then gone. Moments when you don’t feel at all. It’s one way or another. Feeling too much or not feeling at all. How can you feel so whole and empty at the same time. As if you know everything you want yet nothing at all. Swept up with the wind then let go. Swept up in your soul and then let go. Feeling all, not feeling at all. Knowing all, not knowing at all. Here and then…

gone.

You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

What my relationships have taught me. (via light-another-one)