@ god…. why would u make me so full of love but so bad at loving
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@ god…. why would u make me so full of love but so bad at loving
so, i know i’m a little late in saying this but i’m not gonna be able to be here for a min because !! I’m moving from my house that I rent with my roommate into a different house because she’s moving in with her boyf. SO that means in between work and school and moving starting in a couple of weeks i’m going to be so hella busy I won’t have time to be here until probably after August 25th! I’ll come on and probably do small replies or if inspo hits more but !! just so you know! 💖💖💖
Emily Bett Rickards admiring Katie Cassidy’s engagement ring
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tfw when you turn 25.
someone: *misinterprets my favorite character and characterizes them Badly*
me:
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul. | credit. | ind. sel. priv. aunt may parker.
different ways to say ‘i love you’.
‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’
‘let’s get you back to bed.’
‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’
‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’
‘i drew up a bath for you.’
‘you need rest.’
‘you ought to be asleep.’
‘i bought two.’
‘here. you can have the rest.’
‘i thought of you when i saw this.’
‘i like your smile.’
‘you have a cute laugh.’
‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’
‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’
‘be careful.’
‘look both ways.’
‘you mean so much to me.’
‘i can’t lose you.’
‘i thought i might have lost you.’
‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’
‘it looks good on you.’
‘i’ll make you soup.’
‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’
‘are you okay in there?’
‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’
‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’
‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’
‘i’m worried about you.’
‘what do you want to watch?’
‘where would you like to go for dinner?’
‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’
‘we’ll figure it out.’
‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’
‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’
‘you’re important to me.’
‘this is your favorite song, right?’
‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’
‘good luck!’
‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’
‘don’t say that about yourself.’
‘want to come with?’
“wow! you look really nice.’
‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’
‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’
‘you can have half.’
‘come here. let me fix it.’
‘your tie is crooked.’
‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’
‘i’m not going to hurt you.’
‘can i touch you?’
‘can i kiss you?’
‘can i hug you?’
‘promise.’
‘would i ever lie to you?’
‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’
‘hey, good-looking.’
‘of course i care. you’re my family.’
‘one more chapter.’
‘i love you.’
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
Rudy Francisco (via wordsnquotes)
“what a mess.”
An understatement. It’s not everyday that she’s woken up at 3 a.m. to the bloodied face of one of her oldest friends, but Clint is anything but boring. Felicity slides an ice pack across the counter, tapping it against the tips of his fingers before she picks her cup of coffee back up. ❛ Take this, and please start from the beginning -- or the black eye. Whichever comes first. ❜
✰ * º ❛ lovely little lonely ask meme ❜
‘ here’s to now and nothing else. ’ ‘ in this moment, i could die with you. ’ ‘ never felt like this before. ’ ‘ dizzy, drunk, and beautiful. ’ ‘ here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things. ’ ‘ how dirty, wild, and juvenile. ’ ‘ we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings. ’ ‘ i never wanna be a distraction. ’ ‘ i feel okay all over, void of all composure. ’ ‘ i like the lips you kiss with. ’ ‘ your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger. ’ ‘ i don’t have time for your feelings. ’ ‘ you’re insecure, but don’t be. ’ ‘ say soft, but don’t be gentle. ’ ‘ it’s altogether mental. ’ ‘ let’s go to a place where we can forget. ’ ‘ leaving’s overrated. ’ ‘ i wanna inhale you in small doses. ’ ‘ i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses. ’ ‘ you’re bad for me. ’ ‘ i’m a lush, i know you notice ’ ‘ what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to? ’ ‘ you flash like a setting sun. ’ ‘ you come around, i come undone. ’ ‘ can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you. ’ ‘ i lose my voice when i look at you, ’ ‘ just another lovesick afternoon. ’ ‘ just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you. ’ ‘ you come around, i lose my brain. ’ ‘ i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo. ’ ‘ don’t you let go. ’ ‘ there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go. ’ ‘ you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind. ’ ‘ is the sadness everlasting? ’ ‘ it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself. ’ ‘ it creeps on in until it hurts like hell. ’ ‘ you know i never knew how much i was getting into. ’ ‘ i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry. ’ ‘ babe, you’ll never be lonely. ’ ‘ don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again. ’ ‘ do you remember the days we were golden? ’ ‘ for worse or for better. ’ ‘ we said forever, forever ago. ’ ‘ do you remember? ’ ‘ lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather. ’ ‘ always just where you are, not where you’ll always be. ’ ‘ so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there. ’ ‘ please know that life would be shit without you. ’ ‘ i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you. ’ ‘ i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone. ’ ‘ let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same. ’ ‘ let’s fall back in love. ’ ‘ let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are. ’ ‘ let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before. ’ ‘ darling, don’t blink because you will. ’ ‘ and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend. ’ ‘ it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young. ’ ‘ dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie. ’ ‘ the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight. ’ ‘ we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose? ’ ‘ i’m losing track of time. ’ ‘ forget the hearts and all the flowers. ’ ‘ it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you. ’ ‘ the truth doesn’t mean a thing. ’ ‘ don’t you get lost in the nostalgia. ’ ‘ it’s not too late. ’ ‘ the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything. ’ ‘ i’m looking up and looking forward. ’ ‘ there’s nothing back there for you or me. ’ ‘ so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered. ’ ‘ i only wanna talk to you. ’ ‘ you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved. ’ ‘ the less you know, the more. ’ ‘ i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young. ’ ‘ now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is. ’ ‘ we ain’t kids. ’ ‘ and did you know, i only wanna talk to you? ’ ‘ i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again. ’ ‘ and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found. ’ ‘ but then it all turned around. ’ ‘ dearly depressed and broken hearted… ’ ‘ i’d like to let you know that boys cry too. ’ ‘ don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling. ’ ‘ i wonder why nobody is asking you. ’ ‘ are you free or are you in sorrow? ’ ‘ are you free or are you being borrowed? ’ ‘ how do you feel? ’ ‘ what’s your condition? ’ ‘ you are alive, but are you living? ’ ‘ give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen. ’ ‘ are you complete or is something missing? ’ ‘ so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break? ’ ‘ whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real. ’ ‘ you’re not alone in how you’re feeling. ’ ‘ make sure it’s real, real, real. ’
are you… halloween night or christmas morning? twinkling lights or glowing candles? swing sets or merry-go-rounds? a boquet of balloons or a boquet of flowers? blankets just out of the dryer or cookies just out of the oven?
I’ll give you ‘til tomorrow to get my money.