Keep it trill

Atlantic Coast
Carly Anne
I'll be the loss of your sanity
16 ; forever young& wild

The Beatles are my favorite band, and John Lennon is my inspiration
I love music, everyone on tumblr does though
I believe you should do whatever makes YOU happy. More people should think that way
I disagree with all war. Peace& love always<3
I keep my mind in one place, and my heart in another
I'll be your favorite distraction
What fucks up life the most, is the picture in our heads of how it's suppose to be..
I'm a free spirit, follow me
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when he tightens his arms around you, best feeling ever

I wish

wonder what this feels like

The best feeling in the world

god i wish i knew

You want to know what it feels like? It feels like you’re safe. It feels like no one can hurt you. You’re under his warm embrace. Feeling his muscles around your waist, your body being pulled closer to his… The feeling is indescribable. When they say it’s the best feeling ever, they aren’t kidding. Because in that moment, when you’re sharing body heat, there isn’t a place you’d rather be or a single thought that crosses your mind that doesn’t involve him. When a guy gives up all of his “manly” pride just to hold you close to his heart like this, is when we, ladies, need to realize that he truly does love us. And we need to not let it go to waste.

reblogging just for that ^

this is the most perfect feeling

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this is the truth of life
My life in five words
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the perks of being a wallflower

" Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it “Chops”

because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy 

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father hat the X’s meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it “Autumn”

because that was the name of the season

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Clause

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it “Innocence : A Question “

because that was the question about his girl

And that’s what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That as the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much make up

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”

Because that’s what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen…”

dear everybody, 
yours truly -xoxo
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