miell:

j3sustits:

oh mY FUCKING GOD

someone got hAWT
postcard-from-independance:

i want to do my hair like this on Staurday !
jccaylen:

tight

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via castlekeys)