When a drunk person tries to hook up with a sober person

dayoldburrito:

Counting all the flowers
Waste the precious hours
I need to find some peace

All these problems on my mind make it hard for me to think. There is no way I can stop. My poor brain is gonna pop. And I don’t have a purpose scattered on the surface. I need to find some peace.

Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
― (via hefuckin)
yThe path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.
― Barry H. Gillespie (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
― (160/365) by (DS)

taint3ed:

Tell me I’m beautiful while I have your dick in my mouth.