if pugs were pokemon, they would evolve into boxers.
Would that mean Bullmastiffs are it’s final evolution?
pugs are Pokémon. your argument is invaled
I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.– (via litfairy)
Your lips are moving, your mouth is so close to mine.
I almost can taste your spit, pilsner brew and cigarettes.
I can relate to this
I think of happy when I think of you– Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Photograph” (via sterekism)
so wherever you are I hope you’re happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.– The Little Prince (via nickcaves)
And I can’t– Michelle K., (via confusingmisery)
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
book. But I still
cannot read you,
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.
I hope one day
somebody loves you
that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips,
that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing,
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways,
that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.– Clementine Von Radics (via queer-mucus)
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
all i know is that i’m constantly tired and i want to sleep next to you