Love is something we wait for. We imagine our first kiss, our first sex, our first I love you. But we never imagine our first heartbreak. Maybe because it’s too painful to even imagine. But in a way, the pain of love is what truly changes us. by (via psych-facts)

jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful


Fancy (2014) / Clueless (1995)

I miss how you wanted me. by six word story, #18 (via bl-ossomed)

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

by It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)


wallyedge:

whatificantf0rgety0uu:

Ugh this is annoying

The fork pissed me off so much.

alltimeloe:

marry someone whose laughter sounds better than your favorite song


When you’re in love,
And only have so much time together,
You study every little thing about them.
Where they are ticklish,
The spots or tiny little moles they may have,
And how many there are.
How they sleep.
The smell of their skin
The taste of their lips
The feel of their hair
How they mumble in their sleep
How they breathe.
The way they wake up in the morning
And smile at you
Because you’re the first person that they see.
The way your bodies both intertwine so perfectly
When it’s time for you both to sleep…
You enjoy and treasure the little things.
Because without all of those little things,
They wouldn’t be as perfect
As they are right
At that very moment.
by (via survivedthedistance)
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you. by Elay Neal Moses (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

thecutestofthecute:

Happiest puppies in the world


arcticmonkeysjpg:

trav-tv:

Game postponed due to puppies.

WHAT A WONDERFUL PROBLEM TO HAVE!


127-lbs:

the-jackals:

tedbre:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

vincentvangoth:

when u miss the last step on the stairs

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