I swear like a sailor, but I have the heart the size of the universe. Hi Im Rachel. Im 19 years old and I live in a magical place called Canada.


Star Signs
says weird shit but makes you laugh soemhow

makes posts on fb that make them seem like an old person

way too excited abt everything

acts like tough shit but they rly a kitten w/ insecurities

everyone loves them

loves puns (new years sex)

cutie with a booty

attention seeking loser

hottie that makes gr9 jokes

thinks they know everything

blackmails everyone

overly friendly

" It’s sort of weird if you think about it. We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people. "

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via odaro)

Kik me @ cutestbunnyx
I’m bored. Please be cool. If you’re creepy I’ll block you. I’m 19!!

" When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other. "

— (via budddha)