Things come along like this that make the internet so special, I AM IN FUCKING TEARS

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Claire Keane
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
$LAYYYTER
NASA

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we're not kids anymore.
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@a-lost-dog
Things come along like this that make the internet so special, I AM IN FUCKING TEARS
“wtf is a chonce”
Niall: [singing] “♪ We took a chance ♪”
Audience member: [screams, mimicking accent] “WHAT THE FUCK IS A CHONCE?!”
this is the only 1d related thing ill ever reblog
Things come along like this that make the internet so special, I AM IN FUCKING TEARS
@chamomilehime
Me and you when we see each other
THAT LAST WINK.
This chick’s face is marvelous
this is my patronus
things i want to be
really hot
not poor
You’re allowed to be sad, but please don’t think that nobody loves you.
I want a friend that will do this.. I’m the sad friend.
I cry smile everytime i see this
Love this so much!!
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer - because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit.
Shane Koyczan (via deeplifequotes)
Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction.
Bobby Sommer (via stillesgeschrei)
why did we just accept catdog
When you’re supposed to be acting straight at a family party but Beyoncé comes on and your parents can’t stop you
The realness to this is astounding.
oh my god
Nothing like your bud Tyler showing you something perfect and beautiful on YouTube…