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« I know so many last words. But I will never know hers. »

- John Green; Looking For Alaska (via ohwhereareyoualaska)
Anonymous: I want to make sweet love to you until it shakes the very foundations of your soul

There’s only one person who makes sweet love to me and thats my husband.

It is hard to remain calm when my bf is asleep and I am wide awake. I want to kiss him, smoother him, pinch him, love him, fuck him. Everything. But he is resting and I need to behave because he needs to sleep. I should be doing the same but im really fucken happy that I cant go to sleep. This whole year has been so good to me. Im blessed.

zephyrus-godofwestwind:

Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
Alone
From childhood’s hour I have not been,As others were; I have not seen,As others saw; I could not bring,My passions from a common spring.From the same source I have not taken,My sorrow; I could not awaken,My heart to joy at the same tone;And all I loved, I loved alone.Then- in my childhood, in the dawn,Of a most stormy life- was drawn,From every depth of good and ill,The mystery which binds me still:From the torrent, or the fountain,From the red cliff of the mountain,From the sun that round me rolled,In its autumn tint of gold,From the lightning in the sky,As it passed me flying by,From the thunder and the storm,And the cloud that took the form,(When the rest of Heaven was blue,)Of a demon in my view.
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zephyrus-godofwestwind:

Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been,
As others were; I have not seen,
As others saw; I could not bring,
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken,
My sorrow; I could not awaken,
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn,
Of a most stormy life- was drawn,
From every depth of good and ill,
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled,
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky,
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form,
(When the rest of Heaven was blue,)
Of a demon in my view.

(Photo edit done by: zephyrus-godofwestwind)

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- me when u post a selfie. keep up the good work  (via so-humorous)

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arminsarmy:

marielovesgroban:

Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.

Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.

missblackwood:

sexual preference: men in expensive suits with protective instincts

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Us

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