Oh baby there is nothing more that I want than to have you crying in my arms at 3 a.m. I know it sounds awful, but I just want to hold you when you’re sad. I want to remind you that someone loves you. Even if it’s just me.
F*ck reblogging half naked girls, this is beautiful.
for all the people who think they wont find someone to love them, flaws and all…
I can never not reblog this.
This is my best friends cousin. Truly powerful story
I think this speaks for itself. Accepting a person doesn’t mean you get to put limits on their freedom. You can’t be an ally and want us to stop talking, or labeling, or demanding to be heard.
Acceptance has no exceptions. Period.
At least I tried. And maybe that’s more than anyone has ever done so please, don’t mock me for using my heart more than my head.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
i think its dumb if drug dealers get sentenced to longer in prison that rapists?? like people ask for drugs but no one asks for rape???
Finally someone said it.
The Fault In Our Sombreros.
Nacho average love story.
it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions