Megan // 16 // Hawaii // instagram: megnanana

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live, laugh, love 🌴

Naked embrace is such a beautiful thing I love the feeling of her body as I cuddle her against me, and you know she’s a little colder than usual, so you hold her even tighter. This is pure intimacy.


i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

(via that-asian-kidd)



Basically what my heart feels like right now


▽glow for me▽


I always sit in the car like this. I hope you don’t mind…

"Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time."

- what i needed to hear (via tayelchapo)

(Source: gaystray, via fu-que)

"It was hard to remember the last time I was happy.
I mean, truly happy.
We smile, we laugh, but when are we ever at that point where we feel complete and utter bliss?
I did when I was young.
We went to that park,
my dad, my brother and I.
We would run.
We would ride our bikes.
And for some reason jumping back and forth across that small ditch from pavement to grass, grass to pavement, was something
I couldn’t get enough of.
Yes I was five and it’s easy to be amused by these small things, but I really was truly happy.
I don’t see them anymore.
Either one of them.
At least not as much as before.
Things had changed.
And it was almost as if my feelings had become less present.
It became so much easier to be numb.
But then there was you.
We went back to the same park,
you and I.
The same park from when I was a bright eyed little girl with unbrushed blonde hair and scrapes on my knees. Smiles in my eyes and fullness in my heart.
And when we went there,
I felt the same.
I jumped back and forth across the same ditch from years ago.
Pavement to grass, grass to pavement.
And you did the same thing.
But this time it wasn’t the mere sensation of jumping that gave me joy.
It was you.
You were what I couldn’t get enough of.
We sat on a bench under a shower tree. It’s flower petals scattered on the ground from the slightest gust of wind.
We watched as the sun went down, the sky turning from yellow to orange to all the pinks and lilac colors to blood red and finally to utter darkness,
and we cried.
You said it was because you were so extremely happy, and, I knew I was crying because I felt exactly the same.
Never had I felt so content and so safe. Wrapped up tightly in an
untangle-able web of skin and tears.
You held me, and we kept crying.
Stopping briefly between breaths to say the words I love you.
Over and over again.
And that’s the first time I’d ever really felt loved.
Truly loved.
And the first time I’d ever really felt happy.
Truly happy.
In a long time."

- a poem about feeling and those who help you to feel (via lucidrealityyy)

(via kehau-l-a-n-i)


so i just got a hella cute text and?!?!