zerstorend:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you

(via karaluthors)

kushandwizdom:

gingersnapwolves:

litahalford:

it infuriates me when people tell me “lifes too short to not forgive people!” like NO lifes too short for me to continually allow abusive and manipulative behavior in my life and live in a constant state of anxiety bc I want to be “nice” or whatever

There’s such a big difference between moving past what someone did to you, and forgiving someone for it. I’ve never understood why people think the latter is necessary in order to do the former.

In order to forgive someone properly, THEY have to ask for forgiveness, people forget that.

(via kushandwizdom)

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via bl-ossomed)

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distraction:

distraction:

“sorry i gotta start working on my essay now”

*blasts taylor swift*

the real blank space is my 7 page essay rn

(via niealls)

ofmiceandkitty:

because how do you tell someone that you are unhappy and literally crying from behind your screen when they seem so happy and full of life and they are getting ready to go to sleep and dream about happy things and you don’t want to ruin their night so you say nothing and let them keep their happiness while you’re slowly falling apart

(via i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d)

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.

— Don’t fucking tell me this is my fault (via guccier-than-u)

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mylovebythesea:

My hopeless romantic says yes but my independent woman says no

(via aaronwarner)

the-perks-of-eating-pussy:

people who are super cute and dorky but also secretly kinky as fuck are very important

(via sweet-loving-sex)

He ignores you but you like him. He does nothing yet you fall for him. You miss him, but he never thought about you.

— (via kheenlovesyou)

(via unspokengrief)

amoribus:

It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.

(via unspokengrief)