I want you to have sex with me, but more importantly,
I want you to tell me your deepest thoughts at 3 am, and get goosebumps when I kiss your ear, and hold my hand when I’m nervous. I want for you to read me your favorite books, and to help me study.
I want you
Marshall is just a simple man, caught in a web of fashion he doesn’t understand…
Oh my god. It looks as though she whispered some sort of horrific Lovecraftian secret of the universe to him, and his soul simply gave up right then and there, leaving him an empty husk.
He’s wondering if he’s still on drugs.
people are always talkin about miley cyrus and how shes not hannah montana anymore but nobody ever talks about oliver “smokin” oken
this ruined my life
im truly sorry
gay marriage is illegal but wearing sparkly uggs isn’t
Best. Day. Ever.