It was a game that just made you giggle and hop around. It was the sort of game...– Will Leitch sums up the Knicks 3-point barrage and ensuing blowout of the defending champs last night. Yeahhh Buddy. (via fuckyeanba)
Come sleep with me: we won’t make love. Love will make us.– Julio Cortázar (via c-o-r-u-s-c-a-t-e)
supjerbear: Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you?” They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome...
cannotcomeupwithaclevername: amporidan: baconsteak: sarkyfancypants: DON’T YOU HATE IT WHEN YOU HEAR SOMEONE CALLING YOU BUT THERE’S NO ONE REALLY CALLING YOU AND THEN YOU SIT THERE CONFUSED BECAUSE YOU SWORE YOU COULD HEAR SOMEONE CALLING YOU Wait, maybe it’s our loved ones trying to wake us from the coma. They just can’t scream loud enough wow why the fuck would you say that
Thank you mom for
raising me the right way feeding me taking care of me when I was sick buying me things and the things I wanted giving me money asking how my day went always being there when I needed you giving me a ride to places cooking the food cleaning the house giving me a beautiful face and smile taking sacrifices for me thank you for being my medicine everyday ...