gaystray:

do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

penutbutterqueen:

Brah that line gets me moist

I never truly believed in fate until your lips met mine and convinced me otherwise.
Michael Faudet  (via michaelfaudet)

jaykob-michael:

What is love?

She hit the nail on the damn head.