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absentions:

it’s so rare that you meet someone who makes you feel so warm and happy like they are like sunshine and you just want them around all the time

exams have me like

youngroslyn:

  • stressed
  • anxious
  • done

(Source: candle-lighted)

kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

I curled my hair for you.

jump-doughboy-jump:

vriska-ler:

no but what pisses me off is when parents dont let boys and girls hang out as friends like especially when it comes to sleepovers

like no i dont want his dick in me i want to sit on my floor and throw board game pieces at him when i lose

finally someone said it

(Source: krumpany)

I miss what we almost had.

my-deepest-regrets:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

berksome:

a happy couple might’ve got married today 

someone might’ve kissed their best friend and realized they are gay today

someone might’ve found out they were officially cancer free today

someone might’ve finally finished their debut novel today 

lots of interesting things might’ve happening today 

we should celebrate 

you’re the kind of person everyone needs in their lives

This textpost literally just saved my life.

(Source: olympercy)

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via d3afening)

(Source: larmoyante)

kaliforhnia:

Honestly ignoring me is the worst thing you can do to me.

Okay, so i just have to fucking point this out…

lindsaychrist:

samanthakaynielsen:

This little girl

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Is going to grow up

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And find out

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About all of these

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And spend her life

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Wondering

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What the fuck happened

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Because you little shits

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Cannot contain yoursleves

oh my god

I love them in museums, on buses, sitting compact
in trains and on airplanes, running their fingers
through their hair, drunk at parties, stumbling home,
long-limbed and full of awkward grace, boys, yes,
lay on top of me or lay beside me, breathe light into
my ear. I love them angry and confrontational or soft
and philosophical. I want to curl up inside of them,
read their palms, make them pasta and bread
from scratch. I love them kissing me in the backseat
of a taxi cab or alone on the street corner, lost,
trying to find their way home. I love their throats,
their knobby elbows, their spines beneath a soft
cotton shirt. I love them at home, poised readily
over my Keurig, asking which flavor, if I want sugar.
I love their hands in my hair, undoing the braid,
fingernails to my scalp, yes, more, please don’t stop.
I love them in doorways, at the grocery store among
the cereals and unpronounceable cheeses; I love them
at night, pale shadows under lampposts, walking
away from me and into the men they’re going to be.

Kristina Haynes, “Boys”  (via perfect)

(Source: marlboro-kisses)

(Source: just-plain-complicated)

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

(Source: weheartit.com)