That’s my babe👆🏻
Dating Kian Lawley would include… (Requested)
- watching Jim Carrey movies - taking you to his movie premieres - surprises for your birthday, anniversary, etc. - kisses, kisses and more kisses - always asking him to sing - his hand on your thigh while he drives - cuddles - a lot of swearing - having to deal with Kian’s attitude - dressing up for Halloween and giving out candy - late night drives, just you and him - swearing all the time - him starring at you, admiring - wearing his clothes - him playing with your hair - going to the gym together - being each other’s motivation - hugs from behind - getting pranked most of the time - waking you up in the morning with soft kisses - movie nights - calling each other “dude” - public teases - you being his special guest in his YouTube videos - being each other’s New Year’s kiss - him being protective over you - dirty texts - listening to underrated songs/artists together - taking you to concerts - arguing over dumb things - him giving a guy/guys a look/looks and pulling you closer to him when they look at you - neck kisses - him being competitive when it comes to video games (will call you a cheater if you win/beat him) - spontaneous adventures - “I love you” when you’re least expecting it - him taking pictures of you when you’re not looking - showing you off in his vlogs - matching tattoos - listening to Spanish songs all the time - having pictures and videos of each other nobody else has/will seen/see - spoiling you with gifts (teddy bears, flowers, chocolate, etc.) - spending time with each other’s family most of the time - him liking your “bummy days” (messy bun, sweats, no makeup, etc.) - caresses all over your body - helicopter rides, boat rides, motorcycle rides, etc. - rubbing your thumb when holding hands - cooking for each other - deep conversations late at night - yelling “KIAN!” all the time - having inside jokes with him nobody else will know/understand - staying up late watching conspiracy theories - being his photographer - you complaining about how loud Kian is - forehead kisses (mostly before bed) - trips to places you’ve never been before - hours on the phone with each other - silly FaceTime calls - staying at each other’s places all the time
Here’s a Raining 3D version of a Roses by everyone’s favourite Muffin Man Use Headphones! You are important. You are beautiful. You are one of a kind. You are loved.
also wondertrev is like new level of otp, i can’t believe i’ve seen something like that on big screen and especially in superhero movie
they’re playful, sweet, passionate, respectful and protective but never in demeaning way, he never says that she can’t do anything because she is a woman, she never says he is physically weaker than her, they treat each other as equals. sometimes he leads, sometimes she leads. they don’t lie to each other
steve trevor and diana prince are the ultimate power couple
clarkegriffin
steve instinctively covering diana when there’s an explosion in the trenches near no man’s land despite the fact that she can block bullets with her arms is my aesthetic.
Omg
I loved you then. I still love you now. What if I love you forever?
10:39PM// what happens then (via digressing-paths)
@oomf
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i’m obsessed with a girl. she is beautiful in every godly way possible. i love the way she tells me about her day or how she missed me throughout it. i’d do anything for this girl. she has something special… something i have never came across in my life. it’s extraordinary. this loving, caring heart. it’s been through so much but in the end she still has strength to love me like no other has before. she is worth it. i’ve told myself over and over again how much she is worth it. everyone, including me, only has a set amount of days, minutes, seconds, breathes and pulses… and man, if she’d allow it, i’d love her til the end of my time. choosing her; to love and cherish and to care for her is the best choice i think my foolish self could ever make. she gives off these vibes, these incredible, untouchable ones. that she’s this switch that makes a human feel how a human should feel again. she makes me feel things no other has. this chest tightening feeling like her voice just travels through my body impacting every cell, making me feel alive, loved and energized. !!! that feeling. this feeling never seems to fade. like she is a drug running though my system. i’m on this some kid of high when her presence is near.. i feel as i’m on cloud-nine. any moment i’m not with her feels as an eternity. i’m missing her always… her touch… her voice… her lips… everything. the things she can do to me can stir such a deep intense longing in every fibre in my body and makes me melt. like the way she looks at me… oh god… she thinks i never catch her.. but i know she’s there and she has no idea how much that makes my heart beat. i see so much beauty, she makes the hair on my arms rise, giving me goosebumps. the way when she wrapped in my arms i never want to let go. when she breathes on my neck, fuck it makes my heart race. i never want to lose these feelings. nobody could make me feel as wanted like she does. she has no idea what it’s like to love someone like her. she always shrugs it off. man, somedays i think shes crazy. she will give you such intense feelings. like nothing could go wrong. with her… i feel nothing could go wrong. with her i’m home.
my home (via infinityguurl)
Wow
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Hannah's Poem
“Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.
And underneath that?
I am absolutely naked.
And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;
I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts
like saran wrap that you can see through
to what leftovers are inside from the night before.
And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.
My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.
But that doesn’t matter, right?
You don’t care about how soft my skin is.
You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
But what if all they do is crack open windows?
So I can see lightening through the clouds.
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?
But that’s not the story you want.
You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.
Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
I don’t need to be the water in the well.
I don’t need to be the well.
But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.
I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.
Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.
They find harmonies in their laughter.
Their linked elbows echo in tune.
What if I can’t hum on key?
What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
Some people can recognize a tree,
A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.
How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?
How long before I’m lost for good.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.
It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.”
-Hannah Baker
I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love
Atticus