(via i-could-wreck-this)

Oh my goddd

(via ihungoutwithtayjardine3282012)

People always want to know what my “type” of girl is.

I don’t have a type because I don’t see anything but you and it’s not fucking right. It never will be.

“I am bereft, shallow,
Alone, brought to my broken knees
With the knowledge, the taste of
A life to be lived absent you.”

(via brokenheartsandburningwings)

(Source: dudesranch, via avawaves)