her breath makes me gasp
her eyes caught my grasp
her hair soft as silk
her voice is all i hear
her body i kneel before
i wish you were with me
- desperate

feelings so strong
they become tangable
slight tingling in the veins
my body boiling
i need the feeling of rain

get out mi car
#broombroom

get out mi car
#broombroom

Isn’t it madness, that I talk to myself about you?
- Unknown (via psychotic-and-deviant)
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via hqlines)


nuclearnyx:

my anaconda don’t want none

unless you DEFEAT THE HUNS, SON

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