I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
Elay Neal Moses (via le-vide)
so apparently the seniors at my old high school hired a mariachi band to follow the principal around all day for their senior prank
i found a picture
Imagine fucking Zac Efron. He blindfolds you and ties you to the bed. All of a sudden, you feel several pairs of hands on your thighs. Zac removes the blindfold, and you find yourself staring at Corbin Bleu, Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale feeling up on your bod. They whisper in unison, “We’re all in this together.”
Eternal Sunshine
