through fragments of light

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Sleeping With Sirens -Stomach Tied in Knots.

Some times when you can’t express your feelings right, there’s always music to help you along.

I can’t live without you now

— 15 hours ago with 1629 notes


*chillin wit my smart hoe*

me: bae whats the temperature of the sun?

her: 10 million degrees

me: ur so sexy when u know things

(via icantcomeupwithasexyurl)

— 16 hours ago with 5181 notes

I’d call myself a feminist but then I’m a male and some people wouldn’t agree with that.

— 1 day ago



Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

(via kmvtm)

— 2 days ago with 179936 notes