My name is Samantha and i am a freshman in my first year of college. 18, ballroom/Latin dancer. Wife of Chicharito Hernandez and Canelo Alvarez <3 this is my personal blog, which means i post whatever i wish to post.

Also fair warning : i have a slight obsession with Manchester United and Matt Bomer so i will be posting alot of them :)

twitter : sammmii323


He totally saved himself.

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I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.

— On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via alfaazkibarsaaat)
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↳ Three Quotes [2/3] - Jefferson



Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.

this is the realist shit I’ve ever read

posted 9 hours ago via beautydeceivesthemind · originally with 566,764 notes

"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via dylinquent)