lecavaliers: kushdrinker: it must get annoying living in the south with all those banjos constantly playing #It’d be fine if I didn’t keep tripping over my fifteen shotguns
snackwrapsandcatstoo: sorryforpartybarackin: the best kind of people are the really cute ones that you wanna cuddle and drink hot chocolate and go for walks in the park and watch dumb movies and build blanket forts with but also slam up against a wall and fuck their brains out yes
roseisreturning: mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths
silenthill: wanna go out, like… on a date maybe? maybe grab some burgers… maybe go to the movies… maybe dress me as a maid and fuck me sensless… maybe go watch the stars? think about it
hazzy-osbourne: if you say my name 3 times in front of a mirror at midnight ill appear and probably pet your animals and tell you you look really pretty and then take some stuff from your fridge and leave
littleoases: Those are the two girls I’m going to hold in my memory. When the music ends and the lights shut off and the rest of the world fades away, Santana will always find Brittany, and Brittany will always let her, and they’ll walk away together without words, because when it comes down to it, they never needed them in the first place, and neither did we.