GamesOfMakeBelieve

“You’re the one mistake I haven’t done, and to be honest here, I cannot wait to fuck up.”

[gamesofmakebelieve]

Hey, is anyone still using tumblr? LET'S BRING IT BACK TO LIFE.

[gamesofmakebelieve]

Facebook is full of people you really don’t know or care for. 

Instagram is full of fake people who are really only into gossip. 

Twitter is cool. Twitter is dope.

But TUMBLR. AAAAHHH, TUMBLR IS GOLD. <3 tumblr is everything that is right in this world. 

[gamesofmakebelieve]

And just when you think you can trust people, you realize you were mistaken once more. 

[perfectquote]

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

[macklesufficient]

guide 4 teens

tell the cops nothing

tell the paramedics everything

ur eyebrows are fine

[quotemadness]

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

— Emery Allen

[1st-1]

[beardedmrbean]

I can't quite place the aura this cat exudes

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[gamesofmakebelieve]

Has it ever happened to you? That moment when a story ends, but not quite. When time passes and distance threatens to burn the last page of that unfinished chapter. Has it ever happened to you? When that goodbye increases yearning and flashbacks come and regrets appear. Have you ever been there? Because I am here.

[blackcatbard]

being a socially anxious extrovert is a sort of isolating experience

[yourmissedconnection]

it’s always been you

[yourmissedconnection]

[feral-ballad]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Walking Home”

[mah-lie]

”I really wanted it to be you, so badly. Until I understood, that you didn’t want it to be me”

[yearningeyes]

It was nice while it lasted, right? Yeah. It was nice while it lasted.