i just want a cute boy that lets me listen to his music and wear his clothes and fall asleep on his chest i have earned this shit by now where is my cute boy
i just want a cute boy that lets me listen to his music and wear his clothes and fall asleep on his chest i have earned this shit by now where is my cute boy
His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
Dear yahoo,
This is a polite message begging you not to change anything on this site. This means:
- Allow tumblr porn. (fanfics, fanart and actual porn etc.)
- No fucking weird smileys.
- No links
- No proper blocking system.
DON’T CHANGE ANYTHING.
Yours sincerely,
Every single blogger on here.
i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them
do you need a hug
i think we all need a hug
group hug
“we’ll take the lot!”
wow harry maybe some of the other kids on the train wanted some candy
but nope i guess the boy who lived is entitled to the entire fucking trolley
