❤xoxo.
"ℓιƒє ιѕ ησт мєαѕυяє∂ ву тнє ηυмвєя σƒ вяєαтнѕ ωє тαкє вυт ву тнє мσмєηтѕ тнαт тαкє συя вяєαтн αωαу". «3 .χσχσ. «3

o7.o7.2o11 <3 <3 iloveyou <3
❤xoxo.
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"The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes footage with everyone else’s highlight reel."
Steven Furtick (via fitnessinprogress)
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black-white-disney:

Walt Disney’s original three admiring Cinderella’s dress, for Anonymous!
black-white-disney:

Walt Disney’s original three admiring Cinderella’s dress, for Anonymous!
black-white-disney:

Walt Disney’s original three admiring Cinderella’s dress, for Anonymous!
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allabouthate:

She loved life and it loved her right back | via Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/90654220?utm_campaign=share&amp;utm_medium=image_share&amp;utm_source=tumblr
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brrutal:

dontletthisheartgo:

brrutal:

maks-kelly:

cuteys:

brrutal:

my thoughts before i take my beautiful girlfriend on dates
"it’s 8:41 p.m and i’m stuck between counting the seconds since i last kissed you and worrying if it was perfect i appreciate but do not understand this process of "prettying up" i did not fall in love with a product and a pricetag  i fell for you and everything you are, you are priceless treasure and i am a shipwreck i fell in love with how everytime you breathe there is hints of my name and your i love you’s i am in love with how your long elegant hair flows in the autumn breeze i am in love with how you make every star insignificant with one single vibrant smile. just one kiss fills my chest with the sweetest forever and beautiful flowers blossom across my fragile bones by 9:00 p.m exactly you hesitantly ask these words “how do i look, baby?” i straighten my tie and swallow one shot of liquid anxiety and shyness a tsunami of you starts to ripple my bones and drown my lungs every wave is infatuted with pure beauty and perfection, each crash whispers your name through my trembling being, i felt my cheeks burning into the colour of one million roses, there is absolutely no term that could justify you you’re simply breathtaking, and without such oxygen what use do i have for these twenty four ribs?
“i …. i think you’re beautiful”

im fucking crying

Now awarding the boy friend of the year

yes oh gosh hello *drops cards* oh shit sorryr soyr *blushing* i am so thankful i’d like to thank the academy for this award and my parents for teaching me how to be a nice boy thanks mom you rock

amazing boyfriend alert

bless u
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8 Ways To Say I Love You

1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

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R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012  (via forever-and-alwayss)
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