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lesbibros:

iradicate:

eatandsleepandrepeat:

ride——or——die:

craized:

unintendedly:

miel-doux:

when-you-were-young:

One of my favorite posts on tumblr

this is perfect omg

I’d love to do this.

this is beautiful 

I know I that I have reblogged this before but this is just legit so amazing.


I’d love to do this omg

yeah but imagine if like nobody wanted to stop for you so you had to stand there forever and just got so sick of it so you placed your other hand and got to know your inner self. 

hinder:

it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

(Source: sprout, via 4li4)

luehsid:


Trust me, I don’t miss you anymore. At least that’s what I tell myself just to stay sane. I hate myself for letting you manipulate me because all I feel is this void I can’t fill. I try to distract myself in every way possible but somehow I keep letting you back in even though you’re already gone. I would have loved you forever, but you cut that short. You were all I ever knew. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really knew you at all. Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk about it but I feel like I’ll crumble to the sound of your voice the same way I used to before. The bitterness I feel burns holes in my insides and all I feel is numb. After so long I would expect myself to forget you—to not even flinch at the sound of your name, but I’m still weak. Remembering you feels like a dream. A dream that I struggle to remember over sips of coffee that I wish could wash away the faded memories of you. Sometimes I forget that I miss you, but when I finally do, it hits me like a fucking train. But honestly, I don’t miss you. I can’t even look at you the same way I used to. I only miss my idea of you. The picture I painted in my head that I convinced myself was true. I lied to myself the entire time. But somehow I’m still in love with that same picture. It’s all I have left of you. I guess that’s why I’m still not over you.
The only way I can bring myself closure is to be my own fucking anchor since you let my ship sink. Unfortunately I still look for you in everything and it kills me. Did I really make it that easy for you to walk away? To find someone else? I wonder if you tell them the same things you used to tell me. I crave to know if you do all the things for them that I used to do for you yet you never did for me because I’m sitting here spilling my heart on paper when I wish I was spilling my heart out to you.


im so sad now

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

"

- Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via cultivate-solitude)

(via elauxe)

blahdiblahrants:

meelo-dot-net:

a public service announcement

it all makes sense now

(via what-if-i-tell-you-how-i-feel)

ghostingirl:

DO U EVER JUST WANNA SCREAM CAUSE SOMEONE IS SOOO FRICKIN CUTE AND U LIKE EM SO MUCH AND U WANNA SMOOCH EM FOREVER GOSH

(Source: ghostingirlisgone, via dalliance-opulence)

yellowmodelchiiick:

stoners, i tell ya.

We salute your courage and your sacrifice

(Source: secretsnsugarcubes, via inevitable-e)