"If you’re struggling, that means you’re progressing."

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tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #758 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want to be your fanciest shoes and I want to be the way they actually hurt so you cannot wait to take them off.  I want to be the sound of fingernails begin clipped in bathroom  walls when the clock is rounding 12 and searching for single digits again.  I want to be secretly annoyed you never clean them up.  I want lazy Sundays and busy Saturdays and the freedom Friday brings and the apprehension of a Thursday at 2:45 pm and the quite moments reading on a Wednesday when it snows and a Tuesday where we rent the best new movies and a Monday filled with lethargy.  I want the weeks and the months of you but I want the hours and the seconds more. I want the tiny ticks between a second and I want whatever lives between those. I want to be all the fairytales we tell all the kids we ever meet and the way we are actually talking about ourselves.  I want the Christmas lights and the glow in your eyes and the sound of paper crinkling and the little bits of glitter dust left after tying all the bows.  I want the dancing.  All the dancing in all the places to all the songs and the shuffling of two sets of feet that have waited a lifetime to orbit each other.  I want the road and the sky and the plane and the car and the exhaustion and the elation and the sea and the mountains high.  I want the fever you chill and the cold you soothe and the drive to the hospital when the room must be of an emergency variety.  I want the humming and I want the soft lullaby of your sleeping next to me.  I want to be the one to remind you of the strength you’ve always been made of and I want to be the one to hold you when adrenaline is all that remains when that strength runs out.  I want to be the reminder that you don’t ever need a reminder that you are made of wild things and they frolic inside you without a single thought to who may be watching or what thoughts might be filling their heads.  I want to be the eyes that widen on your face as you realize your worth.  I want to be the roots of you and the soil they love the taste of.
Part Four.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #758 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want to be your fanciest shoes and I want to be the way they actually hurt so you cannot wait to take them off.  I want to be the sound of fingernails begin clipped in bathroom  walls when the clock is rounding 12 and searching for single digits again.  I want to be secretly annoyed you never clean them up.  I want lazy Sundays and busy Saturdays and the freedom Friday brings and the apprehension of a Thursday at 2:45 pm and the quite moments reading on a Wednesday when it snows and a Tuesday where we rent the best new movies and a Monday filled with lethargy.  I want the weeks and the months of you but I want the hours and the seconds more. I want the tiny ticks between a second and I want whatever lives between those. I want to be all the fairytales we tell all the kids we ever meet and the way we are actually talking about ourselves.  I want the Christmas lights and the glow in your eyes and the sound of paper crinkling and the little bits of glitter dust left after tying all the bows.  I want the dancing.  All the dancing in all the places to all the songs and the shuffling of two sets of feet that have waited a lifetime to orbit each other.  I want the road and the sky and the plane and the car and the exhaustion and the elation and the sea and the mountains high.  I want the fever you chill and the cold you soothe and the drive to the hospital when the room must be of an emergency variety.  I want the humming and I want the soft lullaby of your sleeping next to me.  I want to be the one to remind you of the strength you’ve always been made of and I want to be the one to hold you when adrenaline is all that remains when that strength runs out.  I want to be the reminder that you don’t ever need a reminder that you are made of wild things and they frolic inside you without a single thought to who may be watching or what thoughts might be filling their heads.  I want to be the eyes that widen on your face as you realize your worth.  I want to be the roots of you and the soil they love the taste of.

Part Four.

sigmarikz:

certaflyably:

thirstingaintdead:

Top 3 phrases that’ll create sexual tension

  1. "Make me",
  2. "oh really",
  3. "is that so"

"prove it"

"What’s in it for me?"

(via w0nderful-disaster)

yjuberfan:

tatallalock:

Toothless Dragon Trainer hoodie

This is pretty cool!

I’d like to see you in this enchantinghazeleyes

(Source: j-tokkyo.com)

"

Loving you

went far beyond

my comfort zone.

Maybe that’s why

it was so exhilarating.

Maybe that’s why

you made it so hard

to breathe.

"

Connotativewords | jl | Last Straw (via connotativewords)

(via livingmetaphorically)

dream-biggest:

| ✗♥ℴ | Here |


enchantinghazeleyes sounds like something you’ve told me

dream-biggest:

| ✗♥ℴ | Here |
enchantinghazeleyes sounds like something you’ve told me

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carolynnmonroe:

To have a torso like this

carolynnmonroe:

To have a torso like this

(Source: hipster-emo-cuties)

sammyonfire asked: Hey baby, if you come home with me you'll be (MgFe)7Si8O22(OH)2

zanetehaiden:

The hell is that supposed t-

oh

oh gosh

carolynnmonroe:

lustt-and-luxury:

Yummy !

Wut

get rich or die trying to graduate from college

(Source: wordlesslanguage, via inspiegato)

Naked cuddles are actually the best thing bc you can lay there and know that eventually the other person will fuck the shit out of you.

Only reason we cuddling naked is cuz I’ve already fucked you and we just chilling till the next round. Besides, clothes suck enchantinghazeleyes

(Source: winterfvll, via dontaskjustfindout)

Maybe you haven’t noticed, but my emotions are dangerous. I can’t afford to feel anything. You may have my body, but you know nothing about me.

(Source: bluelanternrazer, via dontaskjustfindout)