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corsicans:

(par ani lynn)

I love that moment when the alcohol gets you just enough. When everything just makes so much sense and you can voice your every feeling to anyone and won’t feel ashamed or embarrassed.  When you can dance around naked before your shower and feel sexy and amazing. When you can take a five minute shower because everything just makes sense and you don’t need the extra thirty minutes to contemplate life and it’s complications. When you can trim you beard up in less than a minute and it looks better than when you focus and take ten.  That moment right before you drink too much and start regretting drinking and thinking that you never want to drink again (at least until next week). When you finally realize the perfect way to fix you hair and realize that you don’t need and man.

"I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you."

(Source: hellanne, via cameronjohn)

"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."

(Source: jonathancarroll.com, via malefitspiration)

amatnemo:

I don’t understand people who think drunk texts are annoying. I think drunk texts are so cute. Just think of it this way, you’re who that person is thinking of when their brain isn’t even functioning properly, you’re who that person is thinking of when they can’t even form coherent sentences. You’re on that person’s mind when they have the motor skills of an infant, that’s pretty fucking awesome if you ask me.

(via toinfinityandbeyonce)