Restless Mind

[remanence-of-love]

[wearethewitches]

reblog if ur a cryptid gen z-millennial like me (born between 1994-2003)

[gronjon44]

Yo

[alxbngala]

Money Cats masterpost, to have your LIFE!! filled with money.

[amateur]

[angelic-wolf]

Extrodinary?

More like "extra ordinary."

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Jared from Subway both made then broke his career by trying to get into smaller pants

[miss-united-states-deactivated2]

You’re safe.

There’s nothing chasing you. There won’t be a face in the window. Nothing is following you up the stairs. Nothing is under your bed. You can throw your legs over your bed, you can have your arm over the side of the bed, because nothing is out to get you. I promise. I’m here to protect you. I’ll kick its ass.

You’re safe.

[angelic-wolf]

I just want to be pissed that you don’t even care.

I hate that you wrote it off as “puppy love.”

FUCK YOU. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK. YOU.

I want to be mad, pissed, angry, furious even. Yet, I can’t help but miss you. I still miss you. I hate myself for wanting you back. I can’t hate you, and that pisses me off. Everything about our fallout pisses me off. I know I made a mistake; the biggest. But I swear I didn’t want to. I didn’t want him there. I didn’t want to do anything. He.. He told me that if he came over he expected that. I told him I didn’t want to. I told him that I would never do that to you, but he did it anyway. He was a close friend, and I just wanted to comfort him. I didn’t want him. I only wanted you.

I still want you. Dammit.

Why? Why can I not just be over you. I’m tired. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying myself to sleep. I just want to move on and be happy. I want our time together to be a fond memory, and nothing more. I don’t want to harbor these feelings any longer. I just want to move on.. but I cannot. I cannot get you off of my mind, nor out of my heart.

And it’s killing me.

[lovelustquotes]

Sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t see what I see, sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t notice a whole beautiful universe hidden within you, sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me looked at you and didn’t find every single thing they’d been searching for in a single human being, and sometimes I look at you feeling glad that they didn’t, because if they looked deep enough to see all of those things within you, then I would’ve never been able to.

Ruby Dhal (via lovelustquotes)

Now you're gone, and I'm broken.

[inkskinned]

i mean it’s not like i spend every hour consciously saying “i hate myself.” it’s just that when things go wrong my first response is “of course” “i deserve this” “this is because i suck.” if someone asked me “do you like who you are” i’d be stuck. i don’t feel like i’m 13 and emo anymore, but i kept the sidebangs. i feel weird saying things like “i’m a burden and waste of space” but i feel like that. just maybe not in those words. it’s just like i swell too big for the area. like i splash over the sides, a party foul, the spilled drink. i mean how extra would it be to say something like “i don’t like myself enough to keep living”. doesn’t that just cause other people pain. doesn’t that just make people worry. but on the other hand i’m stuck because i feel numb, vague, blurry. like i should evaporate. like i do nothing but cause people distress when i should be helping. like okay. i don’t hate hate myself. but if the car was coming i wouldn’t get out of the way in a hurry.

[angelic-wolf]

I remember the first time I told you that I loved you. It was the day after we had met in person for the first time. We had known each other for over a year, and we had been dating for three months. We were sitting in the gazebo on Main Street when you stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me close to you. I knew right away what you had on your mind. I hid my face in the crook of your neck. I had never kissed anybody before and I was afraid I would mess it up. We slowly began to sway in a circle. My heart raced, knowing what was coming. We stopped moving. You looked down at me, smiled, and began leaning in. I inched upward. Our lips met and I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes fluttered to a close. It was sprinkling, and I had always imagined my first kiss being in the rain. You knew that. We pulled away, still holding each other close. I rested my head on your shoulder, my eyes still closed. It was in that moment that I knew. “I love you” I said, with a small smile.

“Really?” you asked, pulling away so you could see my face. I nodded in response, unable to speak. You smiled, “I love you too.” Hearing you say those four words made my heart swell. It was that moment that I knew I was completely, utterly, irreversibly in love with you.

[angelic-wolf]

One year. Six months.

And four days later, I still think about you. They say it gets better with time; that after a while, you move on. My now ex-boyfriend and I broke up after nearly 11 months and a half months because even he can see that I'm not over you. I so badly wish to be free from the love I have for you. I want to be happy, goddammit. Why can't I just be happy? I don't want to think about you day and night, wondering how you've been. I want to sleep at night, not cry until my body shuts down from exhaustion. I want to go just one day without you on my mind. You don't deserve to be there anymore. I don't want you there. That's a complete lie, because I do. I still love you, even though I no longer know you. I love you no matter what, and it's killing me. People say that eventually you move on. Time heals all wounds, right? Wrong. It's been over one year, six months, and four days, yet, I still love you. I still think about you. Every. Single. Day. My love for you literally caused my best friend to leave me. Because not only do I love you, but I love him. And it's all my fucking fault. I just want to be free. Please, just let me be free. It has been one year, six months, and four days since I lost the love of my life forever. I love you, and I always will, but please just leave me be. Let me be happy. Let me live. Just let me be free, or else I don't know if I'll make it another year.

[angelic-wolf]

"After all this time?"

"Always."

- H.P.

[just-six]

Without you, I’m just as capable.

six word story // the-noodles-say-toodles (via just-six)

[aidn]

could i pay someone to take over my body who actually knows how to look after it so they can like. make me healthy again and then let me take over once i’m fit n healthy

[wildy0ungbeautiful]

You mean a personal trainer and a nutritionist

[aidn]

no i mean some sort of supernatural being who can do literally all of the work for me

[1080islove1080islife]

So like the ghost of a personal trainer and nutritionist

[angelic-wolf]

Yes

[always-drowning-in-the-clouds]

Take my bones Before I break them Take these opportunities Before I waste them Take my soul Before I sell it Take my secret Before I tell it Take my liver Before it drowns Take my blood Before it browns Take my my skin While it’s still intact Take my brain Before impact Take my ears Before I scream Take my mind Before I dream Just take it all Before I regret it But I’ll keep the punch line Because you’ll never get it.

[inkskinned]

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.