Thoughts. Ideas. Rants. Funnies. Typical. NSFW.Wonderfully rando bisexual. Lives: Daily in the USofA Occupation: Army person, Part-time nap enthusiast, tension breaker, party guru, token [ethnic] person, shit talker, giver of some sorts of wisdom, awkward silence breaker and maker, comic relief. Likes: motorcycles, food, music, clothes, sex with women, men, sexy people in general. BDSM, long boarding, surfing, lifting, gym-ing in general, jazz, EDM, alcohol, books. Dislikes: Bullshit
I like when someone becomes apart of your daily routine. It’s nice to talk to someone who wants to talk to you just as much without anything feeling forced.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be loved again.
I want someone to smile when they kiss me.
I want someone to miss my smell and crave my touch.
I just want to be wanted.
Maybe that’s too much to ask for. (via zeeerawr)
As my best friend told me, it’s going to hurt thinking about all the good times you’ve shared with somebody. It hits you deep in the chest, making you feel like complete shit. You miss them, you cry over them, just wishing things would go back to the way they used to be. But then she told me this. Don’t think about the good…think about the bad. All that pain you’ve felt starts to disappear little by little. You start to realize that you deserve something better. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to smile everyday. You deserve somebody who will never stop thinking about you. You deserve the world. And one day, somebody will make you their world.
MBT (via kaleidosc0pe-dr3am)