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Hello there, you can call me cookiemonster ! = D well, my second nickname is Snoopy which Teshawn gave me cause i always sleep in class XD Lol. but my brand shall always be the cookiemonster ..AHEM. Her cookiemonster. = ] i will one day reside in Arizona but till that day comes i am kickin' it back in NYC, the city that never sleeps. l love music, all things tana, art, food, and cookies! i think i've said enough so i'll leave you to it.hehe. feel free to get at me = ] yahoo:yugihead01@yahoo.com ~K&T~9/15/09 <3

Restless

Nights without her are lonely and long :(

4 days ago
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drowningmybeliefs asked: Aww, thank you :D That made me smile!

1 year ago
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I hate myself.

welliguessyouneverknewmeatall:

I hate these periods where I do this to myself. I hate that no one notices… Or if they notice, I hate that no one even thinks of caring. I hate being ignored. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I fucking hate you right now. Get out of me.

I’m sorry. i saw this i couldn’t help commenting, but don’t be sad, Smile silly = ] 

(Source: drowningmybeliefs)

1 year ago
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sincesheleft:

Winter pinched my pink skin on the night that we first fell in love. You  breathed my name out into the fragrant air and my giggles adorned the  breeze like silver bells; tinkling and floating to the floor with a soft  thud once the joke was over. I’ve never encountered a creature like you  before. You’re textures and touches and tastes that my senses can’t  distinguish; so vivid, almost unworldly. I wonder if anybody has ever  called you “beautiful.” Maybe, but I doubt they savoured your  splendour in the same way that I have. Our colours have bled and blended  to create something unrecognisable. Time has that effect, I suppose,  but I still find myself aching for familiarity. At what point will  loneliness morph into something that exists as remotely bearable? I miss  the tickle of your chest hair and the way your eyes would always sing  the words that your tongue couldn’t speak. Please come back, I’m  begging. Melt with me, just one more time.

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sincesheleft:

Winter pinched my pink skin on the night that we first fell in love. You breathed my name out into the fragrant air and my giggles adorned the breeze like silver bells; tinkling and floating to the floor with a soft thud once the joke was over. I’ve never encountered a creature like you before. You’re textures and touches and tastes that my senses can’t distinguish; so vivid, almost unworldly. I wonder if anybody has ever called you “beautiful.” Maybe, but I doubt they savoured your splendour in the same way that I have. Our colours have bled and blended to create something unrecognisable. Time has that effect, I suppose, but I still find myself aching for familiarity. At what point will loneliness morph into something that exists as remotely bearable? I miss the tickle of your chest hair and the way your eyes would always sing the words that your tongue couldn’t speak. Please come back, I’m begging. Melt with me, just one more time.

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1 year ago
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Maybe I was wrong.

Life isn’t all that complicating. I thank her for showing me this every day. I want to be better, for her. My sweet, beautiful and long lasting love. ~Tana~ <3

6 days ago
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Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
The History of Love, Nicole Krauss (via kari-shma)

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1 year ago
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