My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.–
Sierra Demulder, Love, Forgive Me (via takemetomountains)
Probably the most beautiful thing I have ever read on tumblr.
– i’ve never wanted someone this badly (via the-psycho-cutie)
Physically, yes I can live without you. I can eat, breathe, and sleep easily without you.
But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.
And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.
And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep.
The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgemental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday.– Unknown (via intensional)
Saw this today while I was walking.
tell a grown ass man “no” n watch him revert to age 5 behavior
so im shopping for make up for the girlfriend bc valentines day and holy fuck how do you girls afford this shit
$80 for eye shadow???
is it made out of unicorn shit
what is naked 3
why is it called naked
will it make her look naked
why is it $50
that’s 50 cheese burgers
i can’t deal with make up good bye
i’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. you could come knocking on my door five years from now and i would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’– azra. t “my heart is full of open windows.” (via larmoyante)
what a keeper looks like
fucking want someone like this omg
Just give it to me straight doc
A sixth grader’s advice to future sixth graders.
Damn, kid. You speak truth.
life hack: remember to compliment people on qualities other than their looks. remind them of their kindness, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. tell them about how powerful and capable they are.
– I’m allowed to remember you for goodness sake // Abagail Pacheco (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
I don’t miss you but I remember you.
Occasionally, your name rolls off the tip of my tongue. Occasionally, it leaves my mouth through my parted lips and everyone seems to be having a hard time understanding why it does.
I am still allowed to pronounce your name because we held hands for too long. We walked upon sidewalks together and now I walk them alone. I kissed you at every corner and at every stoplight. We sat across from each other at tables in small coffee shops. In fact, I don’t think there is one single coffee shop that we didn’t visit together. You tore daffodils from the ground beneath your feet and you placed them between the knots in my hair.
So I am still allowed to pronounce your name because I loved you enough. I know I did. I let you write your name on the insides of my wrist. I let you leave your fingerprints and most of all, your footsteps.
I am allowed to remember you.
But that has never meant, I miss you.