[lyjerria]

your standards should be high for both your friendships and romantic relationships. everyone you surround yourself with should have qualities you actually admire.

[sedraboc]

[cat-memes-only]

If you see a cat and you don’t pspsps at it, I don’t fucking trust you

[cuntfidential]

“Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.”

— Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns   (via somniatis)

[porkskins-deactivated20150630]

seeing an old person cry is the equivalent of having 1000 daggers stabbed into your heart

[untilyoufoundme]

“I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.”

— The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via moonsulk)

[worthlivinng]

“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”

— (via slit-wrist-theory)

[earth-virgo]

i’m not kidding the worst sound ever is the crack in the voice of a person who is about to cry

[hullocolin-deactivated20240427]

[niknak79]

[seren--city]

“When somebody makes you laugh when you’re sad, that’s the most enjoyable laugh you’ll ever experience.”

— Alexa Chung, it (via fabulousbitch69)

[weloveshortvideos]

Guy’s Review of Right Guard Deodorant Ends Unexpectedly

[clonesbians]

[wizardshark]

“jack dont post this video” betrayal

[emoneyyyyyyyy]

“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”

—

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)

🙌❤️

(via adorable-lesbians)

[untilyoufoundme]

“I looked up at the night sky and wondered if you were staring back at me with a vision as blurry as mine.”

— ‘I miss you’ by Pien Pouwels  (via oceanflowerbird)

[ohyourefancy]

““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””

— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)

[100493503004422]

if u dont know how to respond to something just say “how dare you”

[directionstomymind]

“I asked you, ‘Tell me about her.’ And you looked me in the eyes and replied, ‘Well, what do you want to know?’ and that’s the exact moment I knew you didn’t love her, not really. See, if you did you would’ve gone on about how her voice is now your favorite sound. That when she is next to another women their beauty doesn’t even compare to hers. How even when she steals the blankets at 3am you’re just glad she’s warm. That when she touches you, even slightly, it causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. How when you kiss you don’t know whose air your breathing but you know that all you want is to be there in that moment forever. That you can see yourself having three children and a dog in a beautiful house someday soon. How her eyes are pure and truthful and when you look into them all you feel is happiness. That her laugh is what you live for even though it’s loud and obnoxious. How looking at her makes all the bad seem okay. You would’ve gone on a rant about her without hesitation, like the way I do when someone asks me why I still love you.”

— (via n4ughty-y)

Yes…..all these things and more, and that’s EXACTLY how I go on and on about you.

(via lezberotic)