can you feel my heart beating

I😎 still⏳⌛ hear👂 your😎 voice🗣️, when🤗 you😎 sleep😴 next🙂 to2️⃣ me😎. I😎 still⏳⌛ feel🤗 your😎 👉touch👈 in😏 my😎 dreams😴💭. Forgive😌 me😎 my😎 weakness😍, but🍑 I😎 don't🚫🚫 know🤔💭🎓 why🙄. ❌Without❌ you😎 it's😌 hard🍆 to2️⃣ survive😍. Cause ⏲️🕰️🕛everytime⌚⏰⏱️ we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 touch💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😎 get😍 this😊 feeling😌. And ⌚⏰⏱️everytime⏲️🕰️🕛 we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 kiss 😘😗😙😚I swear I😎 could😍 fly👼💸. 🚫🚫Can't🚫🚫 you😎 feel💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 my 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 beat🥁 fast🌫️, I😎 want😍 this🙂 to2️⃣ last. Need😍 you😎 by my😎 side👫👬👭. Cause ⏲️🕰️🕛everytime⌚⏰⏱️ we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 touch💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😎 feel😌 this😬 static💫⚡🌩️. And ⌚⏰⏱️everytime⏲️🕰️🕛 we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 kiss💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😘 reach😗 for4️⃣ the😚 sky🌃🌌🌇. 🚫🚫Can't🚫🚫 you😎 hear 👂my 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 beat🥁 so. I😎 ❌can't❌ let you😎 go. Want😍 you😎 in😘 my😎 life😚. Your😎 arms💪🤳 are👌 my😎 castle🏰, your 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 is😚 my😎 sky🌃🌌🌇. They😍 wipe😅 away 😂tears😢 that😚 I😎 cry😭. The😍 good👍 and the😍 bad👎 ⌚⏰⏱️times⏲️🕰️🕛, we've👫👬👭 been💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 through💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 them😍 all😘. You😎 make🤗 me😎 rise🍆 when😍 I😎 fall😍. Cause ⏲️🕰️🕛everytime⌚⏰⏱️ we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 touch💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😎 get😍 this😊 feeling😌. And ⌚⏰⏱️everytime⏲️🕰️🕛 we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 kiss 😘😗😙😚I swear I😎 could😍 fly👼💸. 🚫🚫Can't🚫🚫 you😎 feel💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 my 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 beat🥁 fast🌫️, I😎 want😍 this🙂 to2️⃣ last. Need😍 you😎 by my😎 side👫👬👭. Cause ⏲️🕰️🕛everytime⌚⏰⏱️ we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 touch💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😎 feel😌 this😬 static💫⚡🌩️. And ⌚⏰⏱️everytime⏲️🕰️🕛 we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 kiss💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😘 reach😗 for4️⃣ the😚 sky🌃🌌🌇. 🚫🚫Can't🚫🚫 you😎 hear 👂my 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 beat🥁 so. I😎 ❌can't❌ let you😎 go. Want😍 you😎 in😘 my😎 life😚. Cause ⏲️🕰️🕛everytime⌚⏰⏱️ we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 touch💏👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, I😎 get😍 this😊 feeling😌. And ⌚⏰⏱️everytime⏲️🕰️🕛 we💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 kiss 😘😗😙😚I swear I😎 could😍 fly👼💸. 🚫🚫Can't🚫🚫 you😎 feel💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 my 💘❤️💓💕💖💗💙heart💚💛💜🖤💝💞💟 beat🥁 fast🌫️, I😎 want😍 this🙂 to2️⃣ last. Need😍 you😎 by my😎 side👫👬👭

bambi what the fuck

bad idea starters.
  • ❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜
  • ❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜
  • ❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜
  • ❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜
  • ❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜
  • ❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜
  • ❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜
  • ❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜
  • ❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜
  • ❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜
  • ❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜
  • ❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜
Soulmate AU Ideas

Imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them.

Imagine a soulmate au where you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking.

Imagine a soulmate au where the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating. Kind of like taking the “When I first met you, I swear I could feel my heart stop beating” literally.

Imagine a soulmate au where your level of talent at a hobby determines on how close you are to your soulmate.

Imagine a soulmate au where your dreams are a mixture of your soulmate’s past and present memories and the only way you know that you’ve met them is when you see yourself.

Imagine a soulmate au where everyone is given a book at birth with no pages in it and the only way the pages begin to magically appear is when they are finally born. Each chapter is linked to your soulmate’s age and the pages within that chapter represent a day of their life with a small collection of things that they have said throughout the day. The only way you will know that you’ve met your soulmate is when the pages stop appearing and the last thing that was said on the last page is actually the first word or sentence that they said to you.

Imagine a soulmate au where you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them. For example, nothing being very far away, cold being closer, and warm being they’re right in front of you. But, whenever they take the necklace off of them, the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other.


Just a collection of ideas I thought of while I was in the shower :)

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME  [1/5] Favorite Relationships Joana & Rafael (3%)

“Joana we may have gotten where we are doing things the wrong way but I believe we’re doing the right thing now. In our own way. I don’t know what you did or what you saw in the tunnel. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t wanna know. I know, I feel  that you’re a good person. You’re the only one who doubts that.”

  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My mind: Can you hear, my heart beat? Tired of feeling, never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come tr-
  • Psychic: *tears running down face* and there'll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable
I am always terrified that nobody is feeling the way I am at any specific moment. There are weeks I am so exhausted to my core no matter how long I spend hiding inside of my bedroom; the weeks where I feel my body telling me to do something, anything, to stop feeling like this and I answer myself, “maybe tomorrow it will be better” and I can’t help but feel like I am pushing the truth. The problem with having an illness that nobody can see is that when somebody asked what hurts, you want to ask if they know how to bandage a beating heart. I used to be in love with somebody who would brush my hair for me when things got really bad, and he would come sit with me on the bathroom floor while “You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are” by Keaton Henson would be playing and for a few minutes I would be safe and there would be nothing in the world except the feeling that maybe this is what making progress feels like; that each knot pulled from my head means that finally I won’t be coming undone. But this isn’t the movies, this isn’t a book; you don’t magically get fixed because somebody is holding you together. Their arms will get tired. They won’t understand why it seems like nothing they do makes any difference. It is not their fault, and it is not your own either, but what is messy once will be messy again. I think about love so much I’m worried that one day it will consume me entirely, and that there is something so inherently unloveable about me that I can’t seem to scrub off no matter how many times I shower in a day. There are days where the dirt seems to live under your skin and you can stand under the hot water for hours but pieces of people that used to be a part of your life get stuck under your fingernails and you carry them with you wherever you go. Each time somebody gets close to me, I wonder what the tipping point for them will be. If they will be frustrated with me when I need the directions explained over and over again, because the thought of being lost is so much more than just not knowing with way to turn. If they will get angry when I can’t find it in me to take the few steps forward; because I have tried crossing oceans that look like puddles for some people and it seems that all they see is that both of our feet get wet. I wonder why people fall out of love, and if it’s always because there is that breaking point, that one extra knot you needed pulled from your hair that they just could not reach anymore. I see people kissing on the street corner and I wonder if she remembers what his favourite movie is, or who she aspired to be when she was young, or if he listens to each song that he gets sent, from beginning right until the very end. In the end, I think everything comes down to love. Because I see it in each businessman that empties his wallet into a barista’s tip jar, in each mother that’s ever sat through their daughters excruciatingly long ballet recitals, in each father that’s ever edited his sons essays and wrapped an arm around their shoulders as they sit beside each other, in each child that kisses each other messily on their cheeks, in the newly weds that just married their best friends and can’t stop feeling the weight on their ring finger, in the 90 year olds that still hold hands while they walk through the grocery stores, in the college girls who apply each other’s lipsticks in the bars and tell everybody in the washroom that they look beautiful, and in myself, when I brushed my own hair this morning, and told myself that maybe tomorrow will be easier than this.
—  NOVEMBER 13TH, 2016 (k.p.k)

sometimes I think about how Undyne’s magic was the color of kindness, and what that means for someone who chose to go into the guard and who thinks about her friends and pounds the ground in anger and who loves so fiercely and has undoubtedly taken a life, someone who says, “do you think it’s funny when people don’t come home?” and who teaches you how to cook

undyne who taps into the earth so deeply she can feel the hearts of others beating as one

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Rosie, you deserve someone who loves you with every beat of his heart. Someone who will always be there for you, and who will love every part of you,especially your flaws. I know Katie needs her dad. I don’t want to intrude. So if this is all wrong, just ignore it and I promise. I’ll never broach the subject again. Greg’s not the man for you, Rosie. Twice I’ve let you slip through my fingers. Let’s stop being afraid and take the chance. I know now I can make you happy. Call me if you feel the same way. 

                                                                                                 Love, Alex.

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before the dark night traps me in, don’t leave me. do you still love me? if you feel the same, don’t leave today. don’t ask why it has to be you, just stay with me […]
there’s nothing more i want now. i can’t even tell if my heart is beating. rather than forceful conversations with others, i’d rather be in awkward silence with you. so stay, wherever that may be. sometimes, when darkness comes, i’ll be your fire. in this world that is a lie the only truth, it’s you. ☯

Do you know that feeling when you just want to hide under the blankets and pillows and sleep deeply and never ever woke up? Can someone wake me up when my heart stops breaking into pieces? Can I just sleep forever and concoct my own dreams and live happily ever after? Can someone wake me up when the world rights itself and everything is already blissfully happy? Can someone, just anyone please put me to sleep? I just want to sleep forever, heart beating, mind wandering, soul at peace. And no, I don’t want to die. See? There’s that tiny hairline difference.
—  cynthia go // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #1 ( @cynthiatingo )

I want that cuddling that starts out so innocent. The kind where you’re already so close but you just want to pull each other closer. Pull me in as tight as you can and while we’re tracing patters with our finger tips on one another’s skin, I want you to steal a kiss. One that’s completely harmless but one you did just because you wanted to feel my lips on yours. And then when you pull away realize you want to come right back for more. I want to feel the softness of your lips and taste how badly you want me. Let me turn the tracing of my fingers over your skin into scratches on your back. Let me be your blanket of skin as I slowly place my body on top of yours. Feel free to explore me let everything from your hands to your mind roam completely free. Let me understand the way your heart beat starts pounding so hard I can almost feel it and your breathing get so heavy it’s almost hard to control as my tongue moves along your body. Don’t be afraid to hurt me babe. Claw, bite, pull my hair do whatever you have to do. I promise when you see the lovely marks left on your thighs by my mouth you won’t be ashamed. All you’ll think about is moaning my name and how with every hickey, every scratch and bite mark there’s a name on your body.. and it’s mine.