Monks in the mosh pit.

At some point, you’re no longer growing up. You’re aging.



Ohmygosh, yasss

(Source: hellyeahcinema)

She will do anything for you. You fall in love with a kind of perfection, the kind you like. But then you become possessive, suspicious. Night and day, you fear that you will lose her. It torments you, and you become jealous. You start to believe that you depend upon her. That without her, you will die.

could this be
love from high
new found Queen
who’s this woman

How good it is
How good she is
How God she is

Evolution. Time To Grow.



(Source: cxvonn)

I want someone to share with
A life partner
God.. is that too much to ask for?