I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.
Unknown (via homolatte)


if you think black women wearing their hair natural is unprofessional you are racist.

glass bongs,

(by ElenaKalis)

(by Robin Macmillan)