words + music = life.

Jasmine. 21. Trying to understand the meaning of life, but Monty Python already did that for me. My passion in life is FOOD. And BBC. And more things.

Leaving LA today. It’s been so amazing. Can’t believe I hadn’t been here in so long. I need to come back more often. Loved every second of it. #lax #losangeles #youreamazing #iloveca #socal #today #unitedairlines #backtomemphis #mem #totherealworld (at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX))

#theflute #whyaminotstillplayingit #ahh #beatboxing

#streetperformers #burbank

at Downtown Burbank

Most adorable thing ever. 😍😍😍 #olverastreet #performers (at La Placita Olvera)

Such a pretty day #sightseeing #santeealley #chinatown #olverastreet #downtownla #photogrid @photogridorg (at Plaza Olvera)

It felt like heaven guysss πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡#thatsnotnew #imalwaysinheaven #withfood #mysecondlove (at Porto’s Burbank)

#bucadipeppo #santamonica #calimari (at Buca di Beppo Santa Monica CA)

It took 17 hours, 2 flight changes, 2 cities, but I finally made it to LA!! #happytobehere #youhavenoidea #thestruggle #mem to #iah #to #ord #to #lax #memphis to #Houston to almost #Santaana and instead to #Chicago and finally #losangeles ✈️✈️😁😁😁

Keeping myself entertained while on delay #justwaiting #stuckatairport #houston #nowwatching #theleftovers #hbo #mynewshow #soaddictive (at Houston Intercontinental Airport - Terminal C)

Going home after 12+ years!!! πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸŒ‡βœˆοΈ #lax #losangeles #la #cali #socal #comingbackhome #ivemissedyou (at Memphis International Airport)

abitnotgood:

astudyinrose:

May we have a moment of silence to remember that Sherlock wore jeans in TBB

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he so frickin did. Β :3

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Asker Anonymous Asks:
You are an inspirational writer. Three words: vulnerability, chaos, lust
mellifluousfelicitie mellifluousfelicitie Said:

surfandwrite:

Thank you!

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It is the brief five seconds when he lets go of your hand; the empty air on the nape of your neck when his lips are no longer caressing you. It is the feel of your stomach dropping to your knees when he walks away. It is the quick intake of your breath. It is confusing lonely for alone. Vulnerability.

It is the prickle on your tongue when you lick your lips and taste his sweat. It is pulling him closer and wishing you could melt into his chest when he is already beside you. It is inhaling his scent, his habits, his morning routines. It is itching for his skin when you are not touching. It is craving for his eyes when you are not looking. Lust.

It is the hurricane in your head when you have to unlearn him. It is the screaming of your own voice when you have to learn yourself. It is when you learn to be whole without needing him to be inside you. It is seeing the sunset and finally being able to breathe. It is your laughter bouncing off the walls; it is bass-drops boiling in your blood; it is loving him despite the odds; it is loving yourself in-spite of yourself.Β It is fireworks when you are together. It is fireworks when you are not. When you are fire and he is gasoline and there is no stopping the aftermath -Β Chaos.