what if food was free?

I can seem happy most of the time, but to be honest I never really am. to be more accurate it can just never stick. I've gotten to the point i don't know what to do

It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me a “whore” and you jerk your chin and all you say is “no.” It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat on your chest. You when we fight and turn everything to rubble. You when you put your mouth to my ear and whisper “it’s you. It’s still you.”

—Azra.T “It’s still you, it’s still you - MA” (via 5000letters)

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Life is so hard when your best friend is a 9.5/10 and you’re a strong 4 with the right filter and lighting

(Source: sorelatable, via loveme-letlive)

Okay if you can’t fuck with a girl because of:

  • Pubic hair
  • Stretch marks
  • Scars 
  • Any other natural occurrence of the female form

You aren’t really worthy of it anyway.

(Source: begmebabygirl, via loveme-letlive)