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We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.

— Olivia Wilde, Her: Love in the Modern Age (via heresay)

16th September, Tuesday (1:10am) Reblog ↬
urtorres:

boobslyn:

pls

$$$

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

— Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)

16th September, Tuesday (12:58am) Reblog ↬
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via h0lycake)

omg me.

(via 90seyecandy)

16th September, Tuesday (12:58am) Reblog ↬

arrogantdad:

my mom told me that in high school she use to get boyfriends at the beginning of February so they had enough time to get her a valentines day gift and then break up with them the day after and just keep the gift and one day she told her parents about it and they made her keep her boyfriend at least until the end of February and so she did and that boy is now my dad

16th September, Tuesday (12:49am) Reblog ↬

montecristonight:

if you date me we will have:

morning sex
afternoon sex
dinner sex
after meal sex
i made pancakes sex
good morning sex
shower sex
bored sex
make up sex
break up sex
monday sex
tuesday sex
wednesday sex
thursday sex
friday sex
saturday sex
sunday sex
there is nothing on tv sex
i love you sex

16th September, Tuesday (12:47am) Reblog ↬
You are allowed to miss him. You are allowed to miss her. You’re only human and you can’t be expected to have it together every second of every day. Like when you find a bobby pin under your bed or catch just a whisper of his scent on your favourite t-shirt, you’re allowed to shut the door and not want to move from your bed for the rest of the night. Because life is hard and things are meant to be dwelled upon, whether it’s been two days, two months or even two years. It’s all still going to hurt because it mattered to you. The same way you hear a song from your childhood and still remember all the words, you’ll always remember her sleepy, confused look in the morning or his shirts hung up for work the next day. And you don’t have to pretend to be over it just because your parents might be worried or your friends are tired of hearing about it. You are allowed to cry through it. Fight it in stages. Take in that smell one last time and then wash it away. But only let it go once you’re ready and, before you do, know that your strength is not defined by the number of days it takes to remove them from your memory. Because fixing a broken heart is not like surgery. You can’t fall asleep without feeling a thing and then wake up and have no recollection of what has happened. You’re going to feel all of it, every single day, and every one of those days is going to hard. But once the pain starts to fade away, you’ll realise that your heart is like a garden, and you must remove the dead roses at the roots so that you can begin to see something new grow again.

(via the-taintedtruth)

forgot i wrote this lol

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16th September, Tuesday (12:42am) Reblog ↬

vagisodium:

if someone ever kidnaps me im just going to shit my pants because they either have to wipe my ass or deal with the smell and i want them to have it rough

14th September, Sunday (1:33am) Reblog ↬
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