wear your armor
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your armor and kick ass
Come on, Sammy! Let’s have a beer… talk about it. I’m tired of playing. Let’s finish this game. (x)
no one will ever be as funny as i think i am
White people get mad when you wear a band t shirt of a band you don’t listen to, but they’re fine with wearing headdresses from cultures they know and care nothing about.
"You know when it’s like the last day of school and you’re just like, ‘Fuck it! Fuck you! Woo! I’m taking my pants off, I’m gonna pee in the classroom!’?"
I need to make out.
Against the wall, on the bed, on top of you, underneath you, on the table, my legs around your waist, yours around mine.. biting your bottom lip, kissing your neck, moaning in your ear, running my hands all over your body. I want you hardcore.