White text reads: “I’ve had three knee surgeries, thirteen teeth pulled, six psychotic roommates, and three bosses who belong behind bars. But I had you. So yeah, I would consider myself a lucky person.”
Like cardiac arrest, high voltage when we kiss.
High voltage in her lips, they catch me when I slip.
Jonathan Carroll (via danmaru)
that’s a lotta lines and not a whole lotta surfers
They’re living the dream.
Karl Hagemeister (German, 1848-1933), Bewegte See [Stormy sea], 1915. Oil on canvas, 140 x 165.5cm.
Be with someone who takes the time to kiss you. Someone who stops what they’re doing to show you they appreciate and love you. Sometimes life gets a little hectic and it’s important to have someone who truly cares about you, someone to make you feel safe when things get rough.
So I reblog things like this all the time because my whole blog is based on love.
But what the fuck does this even feel like…
I hope I’m fortunate enough to find out what our future apartment and house look and smell like.