Being crazy isn't enough

Aliway
What have we got? Eh? Tell me! Come on. What?

always-my-thief:

When no one is around you say baby I love you, if you aint running games. 

SAY MY NAME.

Shelley talks about fight scenes

se-escribe-danii:

Este es un fragmento de un video en el que personas homofóbicas conocen y abrazan a hombres y mujeres gays. Esta fue una de mis partes favoritas. 

Tumblr abrazo en grupo! (reblog para entrar)

meligiva:

rubius-love-mangel:

estupido-y-sensual-amor:

tutiable:

mcflyingmylife:

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mas de 80 mil personas se han abrasado, awn ♥

somos re tiernasos ^^. 

Mientras que los rochos están en facebook pidiendo “me gusta’s” MÁS DE 150 MIL PERSONAS NOS ESTAMOS ABRAZANDO EN TUMBLR. ♥ :’)

Forever Reblog

abrazo sicologico *O*

owwww <3

¡Apoyo anal para l@s Rubelangel Lovers que estamos alterados! xDD♥

Abrazo

pidge-cipriano:

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing.
“I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.”
He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands.
“Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.”
Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in.
“Goodbye, Christian,” I murmur.
“Ana, goodbye,” he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I change my mind and try to comfort him.

pidge-cipriano:

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing. “I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.” He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands. “Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.” Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in. “Goodbye, Christian,” I murmur. “Ana, goodbye,” he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I change my mind and try to comfort him.