NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD

ambition is all you need

[davidroads]

[the-taintedtruth]

Marry someone who lets you drink their juice, even after you said you weren’t thirsty. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies all day with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who still puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you already know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

(via the-taintedtruth)

but don’t worry, I can’t stand my legs not shaved :) 

(via meggielynne)

[vladtoly]

Please be patient with those who have anxiety

They say sorry a lot because they’re genuinely afraid they’ve insulted you somehow

They ask if they’re annoying because they genuinely think they’ve somehow annoyed you

They say things are ‘awkward’ because they can be uncomfortable in any situation, no matter who with, they don’t mean to personally hurt you

They cry because sometimes people and situations are too much, not because they’re looking for attention

They don’t text you a lot because they’re clingy, it’s because if you don’t reply, they think they’ve done something wrong

They can be set off by little things, so don’t say they’re overreacting when they panic

Please be patient with those who have anxiety

They only mean the best

[zatala13]

[marimopet]

i just pray for all of us. that one day you will wake up in the morning and ur heart will be calm. like nothing is touching you anymore u float. cheers 

[gilliangrayson]

Bc I love my tattoo

[blossomfully]

“People don’t stick around for no reason,” he says, cupping her chin. “If they’re with you, you gotta trust them when they say they love you.” “And the opposite is also true,” he diverts his gaze. “If they leave, you gotta trust that they don’t.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #102 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

I text him back, “I’m good, yeah. :) How are you?” I don’t tell him that I’ve spent the past hour sitting in the bathtub sobbing, or that I’ve just thrown up my breakfast lunch and dinner, or that everything hurts and I don’t know what to do. A minute later he replies. “You never use emoticons. What’s up?” And I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t. “Do you want me to come over?” (Yes. Yes. Yes.) “Hey. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming.” Deep breaths. Stop hyperventilating. Fingers for god’s sakes stop trembling. “You don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother.” I’m trying to play it cool. It takes him all of two seconds to reply. “Fuck that.” He says, and I wince. “I’ll come for you every time. Don’t you ever think I won’t.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #202 (via blossomfully)

[difficult]

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

(via difficult)

[staypozitive]

[staypozitive]

Greatest love blog on Tumblr.

[viogans-deactivated20170523]

[8-bitfiction]

[naughty--couples]

i cant wait to be married and to come home after a long day and curl up next to my favorite person in the whole world and fall asleep

[cxlifornians]

[visualechoess]

[bernadettelogue]

Love, it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you. It will set you free.

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

My tattoo 🙈🙈

[blossomfully]

He says he loves you and you feel like flying. You want to kiss him everywhere. You want to tell him how long you’ve been waiting for this, and that he took his goddamn time but it’s alright because he’s here now. You want to hold on to the electricity in your fingertips when you graze his skin, remember the sound of him saying your name, memorise every second of all of this, even the quiet inhale-exhale of breathing and not breathing. You feel alive, so full of everything that you might burst if you felt anymore. And it’s okay. It’s good to feel like this. But please don’t give him credit for your life, for the ability to feel happiness seeping through your arteries, into your heart, your lungs, spreading across your skin until you are flush and weak. You were born with the talent to love and be loved in return, to look at the sky in the day, and gaze at the stars at night, with or without him by your side. Please don’t think, if in a month, or three, or twelve, or a hundred and twenty, he leaves, that you can’t live, that you can’t breathe. Because your mother gave birth to a beating heart and two working lungs and you knew from the day you were born. You have always known. Today he says he loves you. You feel like you might die of happiness. Tomorrow he leaves, he says he doesn’t know what, but something has changed. You feel like the loneliness is filling your lungs with liquid and you’re scared it’s going to kill you. But with or without him, you’ll do just fine, because today you’ve given too much credit to him and tomorrow you won’t give enough to yourself.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #207 (via blossomfully)