1. 20:54 18th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from butyouwillbeloved

    Dear Future Daughter:

    1) When you’re at some party, chain smoking on the roof with some strange girl with blue hair and exorbitant large dark eyes, ask her about her day. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Often times you’ll find the strangest of people have the most captivating of stories to tell.

    2) Please, never mistake desire for love. Love will engulf your soul, whilst desire will emerge as acid, slowly making it’s way through your veins, gradually burning you from the inside out.

    3) No one is going to fucking save you, anything you’ve read or heard otherwise is bullshit.

    4) One day a boy is going to come along who’s touch feels like fire and who’s words taste like vanilla, when he leaves you, you will want to die. If you know anything at all, know that it is only temporary.

    5) Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If its midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.

    — Abbie Nielsen  (via teafull)

    (Source: passionandcoffeestains)

     
  2. 20:54

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  3. 20:51

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    certifiedmindb1ower:

you’re the only person I would allow to be shrunk down to a microscopic size and swim inside me in a tiny submersible machine
- Submarine (2010)

    certifiedmindb1ower:

    you’re the only person I would allow to be shrunk down to a microscopic size and swim inside me in a tiny submersible machine

    - Submarine (2010)

    (Source: poorlymadedecisions)

     
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  5. 20:50

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    8 Ways To Say I Love You

    1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

    2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

    3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

    4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

    5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

    6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

    7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

    8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

    — R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012  (via fawun)

    (Source: guacoma)

     
  6. 20:50

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    hangovers:

good

    hangovers:

    good

     
  7. 18:43 21st Jan 2014

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    Reblogged from organic-homosexuals

    Thanks. It has pockets!
    —  every girl ever responding to a compliment on a skirt/dress that has pockets  (via anitaoxoxo)

    (Source: captainmarvel)

     
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    (Source: lilablackbird)

     
  9. 15:28 7th Jan 2014

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  10. 01:06 11th Dec 2013

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    1. January : Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
    2. December : I'm so sick of watching the minutes pass as I go nowhere.