I mean, yeah fine, fuck you you fucking piece of shit but please love me, oh, just hold me tight and give me love.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
i’m looking for a romantic way to say i hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes
In the deepest, calmest hours of the night when you have naught but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss.
ed sheeran when did you get a tumblr
— Hunter S. Thompson (via h-auptgewinn)