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Clear your mind here

Shit. I miss him. :(

wordsnquotes

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…

Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever (via wordsnquotes)

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gimmebarber

when u get a higher grade than the smartest kid in ur class

amroyounes

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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castielcampbell

this is a post that deserves to be broken. One day I would like nothing more than too see this has too many notes.

mandopony

People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I saw you again tonight. You seemed to stare right through my soul when we made eye contact. I couldn’t help but wonder if your palms got sweaty when I look at you, mine do when I look at you. Your dark eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s killing me to know how you feel inside. I’ve known you for more than 10 years. It’s killing me to know. Just tell me. Rip the bandaid off. I feel as though I make this more than it actually is. Like those stares and glances at me don’t really mean anything, but I want it to. Gosh I want it to.

I’m trying to convince myself not to fall in love with him. I don’t know how well it’s working. I’ve never understood when people say that the eyes are the window to the soul, until a few weeks ago when I looked into his and I swear, I could feel time stand still, and nothing in the world existed for those few seconds aside from him and I and the space between us. I could spend hours looking into his eyes if I wasn’t terrified that I would fall in love and he wouldn’t. I’ve been telling myself for days that I should let go of these feelings, but there’s just something about him that keeps drawing me back in, as if to say “no, I’m not done with you yet, there’s far more where that came from"