as we kissed;
I knew the skin would rip
once our saliva hit the air.
I grinned to myself
and felt it crack
and I smiled even harder.
You are my chapped lips,
my every kiss…
the breath between each moment,
and the ones I hold
when I look into your eyes.
You are the butterflies
the ones that take me by surprise
and steal my heartbeat away to my throat.
And I laughed, feeling the sting
as my lips curled
and laced your fingers in mine
are my chapped lips.
Brilliant Thought-Provoking Satirical Illustrations by Pawel Kuczynski
friendly reminder that after each passing day you are closer to finding your soulmate
and your grave
and eating your next pizza
this sums up all of tumblr
my mom ordered two different pizzas from two different places cause she had coupons and they both got here at the same time so we had a pizza hut delivery guy and a dominos delivery guy both standing by our front door and the dominos guy looks at the pizza hut guy and proceeds to sing Why Can’t We Be Friends? while the pizza hut guy just glares at him
why are there no knock-knock jokes about freedom
because freedom rings
stop unfollowing me
I happen to have a massive crush on… and he also happens to be a friend…
a girl friend of mine suggested conveying to him that I like him, by “making a move”
And at this thought I honestly felt absolute fear take over…
I can handle public speaking, performing on stage and dying family members…. but I can’t handle even the mere thought of kissing a boy.
What is wrong with me?