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"I just want him all to myself, and now I feel like the whole world is let in on the secret brilliance of Chris Pratt…. He’s a talented rap artist, like to a scale that people don’t know about. He can do anything and everything. He’s like a real live superhero. I’m like his wife: I support him. I dress him. I make sure there’s nothing in his teeth."  — Aubrey Plaza

"I just want him all to myself, and now I feel like the whole world is let in on the secret brilliance of Chris Pratt…. He’s a talented rap artist, like to a scale that people don’t know about. He can do anything and everything. He’s like a real live superhero. I’m like his wife: I support him. I dress him. I make sure there’s nothing in his teeth."  Aubrey Plaza

myonlylifetolive

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bless them for letting baby girl keep her heritage

I peep them braids and that dress

I was just thinking this. She actually takes the children back to visit their family in their home country and they study about their own cultures. She isn’t one of those white people trying to assimilate her non-white children. 

Mother of the year.

This is amazing she actually had her children’s drawings sewn into her veil and their kids made their wedding cake its was so cute

unfamiliar-love
I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.

i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)

this is fucking beautiful

(via nuhstalgicsoul)
myonlylifetolive
Maybe I don’t believe in soul mates
(in us, in me, in you)
because if there was anybody destined
to be with me
it was you
and how badly could destiny have screwed up
to place explosives
side by side
face to face
because we were a disaster
waiting to destroy the other
and I guess you won
because I’m in pieces
and you still don’t care
Now, instead of picking me up
you scour the floor for yet
another piece of me
to place in your pocket
you’re still the only part of me I can’t bring myself to hate