I have never really been anything important to my family apart from a way to get back at or talk to each other. It’s quite sad.

Stop being such a bullshit Buddha cliché.

Currently not only dealing with my grandmother dying, my entire family being back in England, my family not allowing me back, but now dealing with my brother yelling at me, while not hearing from any of my family, and now I’m being told we’re moving back to England.


I. Need. A. Fucking. Fag.

"A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey"

Time flies (via doperespect)

(Source: esssence, via ikissedagirlandilikedit-69)

"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via makelvenotwar)

(Source: 5000letters, via justridiculouslyodd)