Eli.
I'm as gay as they come.

Sydney, Australiaaaaa.

A soldier is home.

*TRIGGER WARNING*
my diary, and if you want yours too.

Let me be your:

7am morning fuck before you go to work

Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind

5pm cuddle after a long days work

11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day

2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”

(Source: forever-dirty-minded, via face-it-people-change)

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

q.
didarfarhad:

Bestfriends på We Heart It.

iwantyoureffingtatertots:

I need someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2 in the morning and will tell me their favorite songs and their family problems and how they think the earth was made

(via timemakesnomistakes)

When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children  (via dylinquent)

This is such a good book.

(via worththeworry)

(Source: larmoyante, via amor-exitium)


b-l-o-0-d:

imstilllfighting:

Alright. I study photography at school and a couple of weeks ago, we had to participate with a photography-contest called “contrast”. You could choose whatever you wanted: young-old, poor-rich, boy-girl, city-nature etc. I didn’t want something cliche and decided to show the contrast between someone who has self harm scars, and someone who hasn’t. No one of my class knows the left arm is mine, but I showed the picture to everyone to present it and I said that scars don’t have to define you. I thought everyone would be like “ew”, but everyone thought it was a really nice picture and I did a good job. They weren’t the only one who thought that though, because a week ago I got an email from the contest, saying I got more info this week. Yesterday I saw some pictures of the jury who were looking at the elected pictures, and guess what I saw? My picture. This photo is probably going to be exhibited in december, and I’m actually really proud of myself. I am not gloryfying anything, I do not think my scars are beautiful nor do I like them. I’m just not ashamed of them, and I don’t care what anyone else says about it. I only wanted to point out the contrast, because that were the intentions of the contest. So here it is, someone asked for me to post it. 

this is so beautiful. good job and congrats!! xoxo
Anonymous: "Who did you tattoo on your thigh? It's really smudged..."

I don’t know what photo you’re looking at… But it isn’t smudged at all…

I got it done in the cross Small hint, don’t talk shit about other peoples tattoos. And if you want to do so, don’t be gutless and hide behind anon.
q.
Vodka; because the burn from the alcohol hurts less than our memories.
Does my name pass through your mind when it’s 3 am and you’re wide awake?

January 30th, 2014
12:07am
i think you’re messing me up more now that you’re gone.
[erase]

January 31st, 2014
10:16pm
did you show me your breast because you like me or because you wanted to see how you’d feel?
[erase]
10:17pm
Please dont make me your toy,
i dont know if i would say no.
[erase]

February 8th, 2014
9:39pm
do you still think of me? i think its getting easier for me; not forgetting you, but at least when people say your name, it doesn’t sting my ears and leave me shaking.
[erase]

February 15th, 2014
1:53am
its almost 2am and im not even a little tired. thinking of you keeps me alive and ready. i took a sleeping pill but i feel like i could run a marathon; one where you’d be waiting at the finish line for me.
[earase]

February 18th, 2014
11:18pm
i think maybe we were meant to meet up in that dingy coffee shop i ducked into because my fingers were frozen and i needed heat fast; as soon as i walked in, you gave me that.
[earase]

March 12th, 2014
1:01am
i stopped checking your twitter.
[earase]

March 21, 2014
11:58pm
you spoke in a dead language and i always knew exactly what you were trying to say.
[earase]

March 25, 2014
10:57pm
i know you kissed me because you were “testing the water” but it was like fucking tsunamis.
[earase]

April 3rd, 2014
7:48pm
i saw you at that party last week, you offered me vodka and i thought you were just trying to get me drunk again but then you pulled me outside to smoke with youre new girlfriend. i wonder if you saw the tears in my eyes or just thought i was cold.

— 10 angry texts you ignored // cynicallys (via cynicallys)

(via cynicallys)


harmfulmind:

I am in so much pain and I still feel so fucking much for you. I don’t know what to do. I still love you with everything I have and everything I am and I want nothing more than to be with you again.