Yeah the sun is hot, but have you ever stopped to think about its personality
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
— A Language Older Than Words, Derrick Jensen (via clutchtightly)
u know somethin on the internet is p funny when you actually laugh instead of just blow air out of your nose really fast
I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.
— Camryn Pulaski
tumblr is a website full of sex addicted virgins
