graceless-goddess:

I hope you have a relationship that’s real for once and you are sure of where you are in their life. I hope you’re not a distraction or a past time or something to be used. But a love, a sweetheart, a muse. I hope you are something to somebody and that they are just as crazy about you as you are for them.

(via countryff4171)

cumprise:

Nothing feels better than a clean body, in a clean room, with a lit candle

(via platinum-running)

I don’t know how to save my relationship

mjalti:

oversized long sleeved shirts feel like a safe home tbh

(via platinum-running)

• employer: so what would you say is your biggest weakness?
• me: probably just like who I am as a person

sirius:

sirius:

i can’t wait to stay up until midnight on new years eve so i can watch 2016 die

i can’t wait to stay up until midnight on new years eve so i can watch 2017 die

(via platinum-running)

marielaveaus:

im just out here trying to eat fruit and stay moisturized and drink water and recover from childhood trauma and protect my vibes, man

(via platinum-running)

Look what you made me do

when I was in college a guy I had been admiring for a little while asked me to hang out. I normally would have made up some excuse as to why my crippling social anxiety didn’t want me going out with strangers but I surprisingly didn’t. He gave me his address and I drove to his house to meet him. He was just as cool as I had imagined and I wanted nothing more than to be any part of this guys life, even if it just meant becoming close friends. Half way into the night, at his parents house mind you, we started making out on his bed. He wanted more than that but with his parents sleeping in the next room over it was not going to happen. He was frustrated. We moved into the living room to watch a movie and he made a comment admiring my respect for his parents. I was flattered that he gave me a compliment and it washed away the slutty self-loathing feelings I had for making out with a guy I just met. Halfway into the movie he started touching himself and begging me to have sex. I don’t think I formally declined but made up excuse after excuse as to why we shouldn’t. At no point in the night did I just get up and leave or verbally say “no” because I so desperately wanted to be a part of his life, I did not want to disappoint him. He kept touching himself and grinding his body all over me while I physically did nothing. He finished himself off right there, into his hands to avoid making a mess. He held his hands out at me and said “look what you made me do”, it was my fault.