Hope, sixteen, martial arts, California.

 

slutdropped:

Not being able to kiss someone you really rEALLY REALLY wanna kiss is kinda sad and very dumb.

istandonsnowpiles:

lumos5001:

hannibal-ate-bluebell:

girls don’t want boys to like them girls want kristen stewart and natalie dormer to play lesbian lovers in an indie movie with a good soundtrack

true story

I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE

ivoryathena:

Badass women from history

  1. Leather clad English rocker girl
  2. Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
  3. Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
  4. Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle

Me: *heals self*

Enemy: *heals self*

Me: Whoa. Whoa.

Me: What do you think you're doing?

Me: I just took off half your health bar, and then you go and do that?

Me: Yeah, I KNOW I just healed myself.

Me:

Me:

Me: It's different when I do it.

nichvlas:

It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.

(Source: nichvlas)

justdontwordshurt:

Sometimes all you need is a hug. A good hug. Not one of those shitty awkward ones but a tight, warm, long hug.

becauseilikeeverything:

okay but you take a five and you put eyeliner on them and suddenly theyre a nine point five

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)