You asked where I see myself in ten years.
'Thats hard', I said. Part of me just wants to be alive and hopefully, happy.
But if not… I’m either dead,
or spent ten more years being miserable. And either way, that’s pretty depressing.
Love who you want to love, live how you wish to live and never let anyone ever stop you from turning your dreams into reality.
how the fuck does sexting even start like “haha ok that’s cool but let’s talk about my dick now”
I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face.
reblog if you ARE gay, if you SUPPORT gays, or if you like to OPEN people’s WINDOWS in the middle of the NIGHT and put DOZENS of GEESE in their BEDROOMS
And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.