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Look, I know you’re gonna break my heart. I know it. I know anything we grow into will be as temporary and unstable as Ohio’s weather. I know that by this time next year, we won’t be sending flirtatious smirks across the patio table and I won’t be laughing at you yelling at scary movies. I know that pretty soon I won’t be able to go to my favourite bar without feeling the first time you kissed me and I know that it’s a matter of months before my favourite songs now make my bones shift beneath my skin. I know that I’ve only got a few more bottles of whiskey left before the burn in my throat feels too much like the way your name sits on my tongue. I know that next June will feel colder than the upcoming winter months I may or may not get to spend with you and I know that there will come a time that you smile at me and I’m no longer allowed to kiss your pouty lips. I know that pretty soon your bed will smell like a man’s cologne and feel a lot like hell. I know that your perfume will quit smelling like summer romances and begin to suffocate me like chloroform. I know that one nite I will kiss you and taste someone else’s saliva on your tongue. My mother used to plant the loveliest Perennials in the middle of spring and all summer they would blossom and bloom and fill our yard with vibrant beauty unlike any other. Of course, come winter, they’d be crushed and buried by the weight of white. But every April I’d watch out my window as the reds and pinks effortlessly painted the garden again with the same old seed. I don’t know if we’ll be like those flowers that come back to life as the seasons change, even after months of being nothing at all. I don’t know which month’s weather will be the one that stunts what we’ve grown into or if we’ll be rooted enough to break the soil again later down the road. But I do know that things do not need to be permanent to be real, do not need to be visible to hold hope, and do not need to last forever to be beautiful.

(trm) perennials or not, we’re worth watering tonite (via acutelesbian)

hitrecord

rawkfist

how weird is that i have to have two pieces of glass sitting in front of my eyeballs so i don’t mistake a small child for a garbage can

tastefullyoffensive

hereislight

COMPLIMENTS THAT AREN’T ABOUT PHYSICAL APPEARANCE 1) You’re empowering. 2) I like your voice. 3) You’re strong. 4) I think your ideas/beliefs matter. 5) I’m so happy you exist. 6) More people should be listening to what you have to say. 7) You’re a very warm hearted person. 8) It’s nice seeing such kindness. 9) You’re very down to earth. 10) You have a beautiful soul. 11) You inspire me to become a better person. 12) Our conversations bring me a lot of joy. 13) It’s good to see someone care so much. 14) You’re so understanding. 15) You matter a lot to me. 16) You’re important even if you don’t think so. 17) You’re intelligent. 18) Your passion is contagious. 19) Your confidence is refreshing. 20) You restore my faith in humanity. 21) You’re great at being creative. 22) You’re so talented at ____. 23) I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people. 24) You have great taste in ___. 25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you. 26) I wish more people were like you. 27) You’re so good at loving people.

(via baimbie)

stunningpicture

Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

naughty-turnips

There were at least a million naked people in this sandwhich

parkerquill

Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again.

"Losing You" Lullabies by Lang Leav (via parkerquill)

booksquoteslove

Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.

Lang Leav, Lullabies (via booksquoteslove)

wordsnquotes

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars. I wonder where you could be now, for years I’ve not said your name out loud. And longer since I called you mine— time has passed for you and I. But I have learnt to live without, I do not mind— I still love you anyhow.

Lang Leav, “Wishing Stars,” Lullabies (via wordsnquotes)