April 2011
maybe we could just share a blog, i don't know
yezz
SAW MACKLEMORE IN CONCERT OMG CAN HE JUST HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES HIS VOICE IS MAGIC.
why he gotta be so god damn sexy hnggg never taking this bracelet off
FUCK YOU
There is nothing more buzzingly beautiful than a sea of hands
Bouncing and clapping and humming
Nothing ever feels as good as the vibrating a body can go through
How it swallows you whole and finds a corner in your lung to make love
Nothing ever sounds as worthy as a blissful scream
An echo of synonymous say-sos
And you swear your heartbeats just made history
“Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via sleepingtigers)
