Two, then it’s your legs.
Three, and you can’t feel the world.
But one shot of you and my mouth knows no other name.
Two, and my knees are weak.
Three, and you’re the only thing in the world.
Four, and I can’t stop.
Five, and now I’m an alcoholic.
You feel like liquor and my body is overtaken by you.
Now I sit in imaginary bars ordering tall glasses of you every time I’ve downed the last.
I’m intoxicated by your love, and I swear I’m never going to be sober again."
im so in love with this(via sedeuced)
and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science
history in action
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence