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she takes mental vacations. she disappears once in a while to reclaim herself. you need to understand how her energy works.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

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Heard you like backpacks

87mg

new arrivals at http://uyustore.tictail.com/

blossomfully

Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him. How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the colour blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all? And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again. Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he’d never told me his name and I’d never told him mine.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

jongbaee

singing along to kpop is like

mammamoon-deactivated20180429

DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY YOU HAVE SUCH A STRONG URGE TO SQUEEZE THINGS BECAUSE THEY’RE CUTE

there was an article about it and it said there is nothing to satisfy how you feel about the thing being so cute so the natural human urge is to kill it so it will stop being cute

the-djentocalypse

We are dark people

padmaynaberrie

The UK and US distracting themselves with memes while their countries fall apart.

klefable

“u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!”

ok but consider this

i fucking love eyeliner

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dominique ansel bakery in tokyo, japan

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today I saw a preteen girl pick up Mean Girls at Target and ask her friend what it was. She didn’t even know. She said it sounded dumb. The people are forgetting. The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

blossomfully

Call me at 4am. Wake me up. I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice. Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep. Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening. I am here. I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small. I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow. I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly. I know you feel powerless and redundant. So call me at 4am. I prefer you over sleep any day. Don’t sit there on your own. Talk to me. I love you and I care.

S. Zhao (via blossomfully)