Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
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I text back embarrassingly fast
or three hours later
there is no in between
me: hey can i have some money?
bank teller: do you have an account with us?
me: nah i just heard yall got money
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when you find a very funny meme
when you show your friend the humorous meme
and he also has a giggle at it
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there’s something really gay about two men having sex with each other