I’m so worried he likes me because I’m her antithesis


so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡


I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
M.O.W, A ten word story (via yoursly)

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Fears I have

Foxes
Wolves
Pigeons
Most birds if they are flying close to me
Small dogs when they are barking
Big dogs for the first hour of me being around them
Cats that jump on my lap
Going outside without my hair washed
Washing my hair and getting soap in my eye
Dying alone
Dying childless
Dying after my parents
Dying after my children
Living forever
Never being kissed
Going bankrupt at a point in my life
Getting poor marks in class
Putting on weight
Losing my best friend
People telling me a flaw I have


Tap tap on the keyboard. Refresh.


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reblog if you would date a guy or girl with cuts.

lightinnightmare:

madre—luna:

i actually do that 

(via hi-sadness)


I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡


When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
(160/365) by (DS)

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kingsleyyy:

“Are you talking to any guys?”

Well there’s this one that won’t stop calling me
image

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ignwhore:

*teacher hands you test*
“sorry I’m not interested”

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flowerteen:

I am literally the friend that gives relationship advice and is always single.

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downtowndownton:

Disney quotes to live by. <3

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