I no longer wish to be loved childishly. I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity. I don’t want to be smothered by the fear of jealousy and insecurities. I don’t want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in. I want to be somewhere where I can breathe. Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound or even play the tune, or nod my head to the rhythm of the one I call "home" I want to call you home.

CANT. SLEEP. WTF.

Seven Wonders of The world

gay8:

1. My Ass

espeonusedpsychic:

tbh i don’t think anybody ever gets better at their instrument we just get better at making people believe we’re good


(Source: nastya-bionic)

captn-bucky:

bellecosby:

I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I think about this all the time


frenchinhalechanelxoxo:

 Chαηεℓ  

(Source: mohicaaa)

72,045 plays Scar Tissue Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication

jesyanne:

Scar Tissue // Red Hot Chili Peppers

With the birds I’ll share this lonely view.