“We’re only seventeen.” I said quietly.
"Fuck seventeen." His eyes and voice were defiant. “If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one”
This has got to be one of the sexiest pictures I have ever seen. Is he wearing clothes? Yes. Would he look amazing naked? Probably. But it’s what he is wearing that gets me. Well dressed men, a suit and tie, is mine and several women’s version of lingerie for men. Instant pantie dropper if worn right. Plus the tattoos, unf just make this so much sexier. Unf. Unf. Unf!
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.”
– (via misschelly19)
Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me, too, to caress my face, I think.
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
Omg the last one
awthese remind me of Tobias!
i went on my mums facebook page and thats my dad sticking a golf club up his boss’ ass but i think my favourite part is my mums comment
this is the cutest fucking thing ever