La Douleur Exquise

21. Taurus sun, moon, and rising. Getting by in Boston, but my heart's anchored to the Ocean State. Rugby and the beach are the only things keeping me alive.
crimsonday:

sqvad:

america is never going to win this war on drugs holy shit

What’s that flying across the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO it’s a bag of CRACK COCAINE

crimsonday:

sqvad:

america is never going to win this war on drugs holy shit

What’s that flying across the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO it’s a bag of CRACK COCAINE

(via cbombsworld)

In the end, love isn’t about the physical appearance, who looks better with who, what she’s got on, and how many abs he’s got under his shirt. It shouldn’t be about neglecting your life and everyone in it before he came around, it shouldn’t be about losing your priorities and dignity, giving up your pride. Love is understanding each other’s backgrounds, being there for someone when you don’t have to, staying up for the other even if you gotta get up early the next day, its about laughing and taking care of each other’s heart, not walking away the second things aren’t perfect like they seem to be in the movies, because truth of the matter is, if you work at something, and do it together, push each other’s limits and love harder, it’s better than the movies, and it feels better too.

—Anonymous (via daddylookingforhisbaby)

(Source: boardofwisdom.com, via masterbaad)