I really wish I could just hold you in my chest while taking a nap. Hearing the sound of you breathe and getting used to your perfume. Unlimited smooches. It’d be relaxing. I’d be that guy to play with your hair till you’re knocked out
do you even care
Kelwyn Sole, closing line to “Near Brandvlei,” from Land Dreaming (UKZN Press, 2006)
Tracy Jordan (via fassadenmensch)
the only thing better than having a friend that always says “text me when you get home” is having a friend not saying it to you, but texting you anyway to ask if you got home safe
Average size mannequin with average size woman.
The problem, in one picture.