I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
Elay Neal Moses (via -killerqueen)

This. Is. Perfect. Perfectly spot on, about the woman in my thoughts right now.

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cateyescurvesandcurls:

thegoddamazon:

Fucking crying.

i have lived. this is the best thing tumblr has ever shown me

Aaron Carter, ‘little bitch’ falls WAY short on the derogatory names I could call you.

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strawberrystardust:

clear-as:

rowdy-redhead:

ratherdielaughing:

Polite cat 

That little headbutt in the second one gave me diabetes.

“Excuse me, human. I would like a petting, please. Yes, thank you.”

“Um, excuse me, human? Human? Ah yes, I’d like another petting please. Ah, thank you.”

Always reblog Polite Cat.

Goodness.

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