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Reblogged from bros-hoes-tacos  238 notes

Momma always made me sit in the back seat. “Safety first,” she said. But seat-belts didn’t keep my heart securely fastened in my chest when I met you; backseats and airbags didn’t protect me from losing my breath when I fell in love and they sure as hell didn’t keep me from getting knocked on my ass with each fingerprint you left on my skin. So throw me in the front seat, head first, lead foot - because love can hit just as hard as any bus and there is no backseat for that. By (via sharkparkk)

Can’t experience love if you’re in the backseat.

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