colorac
youarewortheverything:

a-burrito-of-gofuckyourself:

idonothavegreeneyes:

allyzoop:

tfios-changed-my-life:

tfios-changed-my-life:

belovedcreation:

The Fault in our Coffee

"That’s the thing about coffee. It demands to be sweetened."

"I drank my coffee the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

"My thoughts are coffee I can’t fathom into cappuccinos."

"The marks coffee leaves are too often scalds."

Some coffee cups, are bigger than other coffee cups

i love tumblr.

youarewortheverything:

a-burrito-of-gofuckyourself:

idonothavegreeneyes:

allyzoop:

tfios-changed-my-life:

tfios-changed-my-life:

belovedcreation:

The Fault in our Coffee

"That’s the thing about coffee. It demands to be sweetened."

"I drank my coffee the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

"My thoughts are coffee I can’t fathom into cappuccinos."

"The marks coffee leaves are too often scalds."

Some coffee cups, are bigger than other coffee cups

i love tumblr.

colorac
cheekbonesofbenny:

xhiddlesticksx:

hiddles-diddles-my-skittle:

thisiskristine:

be-the-kiwi-lord:

animekirin:

austrian-battle-scars:

zoomer-zlorpuff:

apbajs:

once-ling:

frizzyhairedbandit:

so-relatable:

Reblog if you’d attend!!


LETS GET THIS PARTAY STARTED! WHEN AND WHERE?!



YES! LETS DO THIS SHIT!







REBLOG SO HARD

LET’S DO THIS FUNKY THANG




I would so go to this.


Kay so this kinda needs to happen

Perhaps if this gets enough reblogs it’ll happen.

cheekbonesofbenny:

xhiddlesticksx:

hiddles-diddles-my-skittle:

thisiskristine:

be-the-kiwi-lord:

animekirin:

austrian-battle-scars:

zoomer-zlorpuff:

apbajs:

once-ling:

frizzyhairedbandit:

so-relatable:

Reblog if you’d attend!!

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LETS GET THIS PARTAY STARTED! WHEN AND WHERE?!

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YES! LETS DO THIS SHIT!

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image

REBLOG SO HARD

LET’S DO THIS FUNKY THANG

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I would so go to this.

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Kay so this kinda needs to happen

Perhaps if this gets enough reblogs it’ll happen.

scottmackall

“As I knelt, I realized they’d closed his eyes —of course they had— and that I would never again see his blue eyes. “I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay, Gus. It’s okay. It is. It’s okay, you hear me?” I had —and have— absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.”