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Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
Don’t let yourself be controlled by three things: people, money, or past experiences.
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Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops
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someone turn me into a painting or a poem i’m sick of being a person
Étcsoki
Majd a Louvreből szaladunk ki a szeles októberi időben, miközben te a kezemet fogod majd és fölénk tartasz egy szétázott újságpapírt az esőtől védve magunkat.Hogy elmondod majd többször, egyszer Párizsban fogunk lakni és megkéred a kezem egy csendes téli nap hajnalán. Én mályvacukros kakaót készítek neked, te pedig cserében kicseréled a régóta pislákoló villanykörtét a fürdőszobámban.Megállás nélkül dúdolni fogjuk a Kiscsillag dalait és majd megszorítod a kezem, mikor az esküvőnkön újra felcsendül. Én reggelig táncolni fogok veled és a részeg húgoddal, akit az én volt osztálytársam kísér haza. A rideg novemberi reggeleken majd csak a te mosolyod és bíztató kék szemed ad arra erőt, hogy újra felkeljek.A pillanatoknak élünk, iszapcsatát tartunk és felkeltjük a szomszédokat hajnali 4-kor palacsinta sütés közben. Te ananászt veszel nekem, mert tudod, az a kedvencem, akkor mikor a kislányunkkal a kezemben végleg haza térek. Rozi első szava a metafora lesz, te pedig videóra veszed minden egyes lépését. Az én vízeséseként érkező könnyeimet próbálod a saját gátaiddal megakadályozni,mikor ő először óvodába megy és a te válladon sírok,hogy mennyire szalad az idő.Együtt visszamegyünk Párizsba, ahol Rozi megtanul biciklizni és megtudja, mire jó a napelem. Az általános iskolai ballagásán egy aranyfülbevalót kap majd tőlünk,aminek meg se néztük az árát soha, mert féltünk tőle. Kis családunk körbeül és Rozi elpanaszolja első szerelmi bánatát, mikor én meglepem egy kosár csokival,amiből te is titokban enni fogsz. Az első buliba te érte mész majd és kiakadsz,mikor meglátod csókolózni egy fiúval. A szalagavatójára majd azt a fekete pöttyös szoknyámat veszem fel, ami akkor volt rajtam, mikor a negyedik randinkon nem volt nálad elég pénz és én fizettem a vacsorát. Amikor a lányunk elköltözik, én remegni fogok minden éjszaka, te pedig a fülembe súgod majd, hogy ez az élet rendje. Az unokáink körbeugrálnak majd az első csípő műtétem után és arra kérnek, hogy süssek nekik citromtortát. Én írok egy bevásárló listát, de te már elfelejtesz tejfölt és lilahagymát hozni. Néha átnézem a családi albumokat és igen,megesik,hogy sírni fogok, de te már nem veszed észre, mert alig hallasz már.Majd a legkisebb unokánk születésnapjára készítek csokitortát, mikor összeveszünk. Csúnyán összeveszünk. Te azt mondod tejcsoki, én pedig az étcsokit preferálom jobban. Leülök. Gondolkodnom kell. A tollat csattogtatom és próbálom nem meghallani a monológodat a tejcsoki előnyeiről. Gondolkodásom visszaröpít ugyanoda,ahova eredetileg vagyok, a csúf valóságba,abba, ahol szerda reggel a metrón zötykölődöm és a fülhallgatómat gubancolom ki.Párszor leejtem zavaromban,mert pillantásodat érzem az arcomon és nehezemre esik rád emelni a tekintetem. Végül állom a kék szempárt és hallom, ahogy bemondják,hogy az Arany János utca következik. Mélyeket sóhajtok és idegességemben a szám szélét rágom, mert tudom, hogy a Lehel térnél le kell szállnom. Gondolkodásom túl rossz helyekre vezetett, mert mint akit nyakon öntöttek hideg vízzel,rájöttem,hogy még a nevedet sem tudom.
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Koszonom nektek ❤️
1.) i’ve never had my stomach hitch so far up my throat like that. you were ice cold for days; you were blocking some other girl’s way; you were wearing the shirt you had on when we first kissed. i hope she smells me on you. i hope you dodged the daggers i looked at you with. i want them back. 2.) friends? i’ve traced every inch of your back with my fingers that never stopped feeling for more. i’ve weaved secrets on the underside of your jawline, grazed your neck with my eyelashes. friends? i’ve dug into your hipbones so deep i lost the meaning of ‘going too fast’. friends? my knees only know the ridges of your fingertips, my shoulder blades only recognize the curve of your smirk. i’ve labeled us lost. friends? this is not what friends do. 3.) it’s been two weeks since i found out you were moving continents. our best day; we were parked for an hour where we weren’t supposed to. you asked me about glory holes. i cackled in disbelief, talking about the movie that corrupted my tiny, 8-year-old brain. you breathed “keeper”, laughing at both our weird sides. i stretched into the driver’s seat ignoring the steering wheel digging into my neck, the parking brake stabbing at my sides. i’ve built a home from the middle of your chest down to the crevices of your rib cage. i’ve never laughed and heaved so hard in my life. comfortable is good. 4.) you talked about your family on a Tuesday. you came all the way from the courts and we sat on tiled steps as i measured the space between us with my thumbs. i can’t count the times your lips twitched upward, your mouth passed sighs, or your lungs gave out in frustration. i timed my words with yours and hung on all of your musings. your hands didn’t know what to hold and your eyelids didn’t falter for a second. “i’ve never talked about this out loud before.” this was yours. you will prove them wrong. 5.) your TV was on a bit too loudly. you turned 18 on the 18th and i could hear your mother laughing about something crude your uncle said from all the way downstairs. you traced circles on my arm and worked your way from my forehead to my cheeks, kissing everything but my parted lips. “give in and you lose” you proposed. they were calling for us to greet your guests but the hurricane started not too long after and i searched for my will in your pillows and under your sheets but only came up with bruised lips, short breaths, purple necks. happy birthday, loser. but i gave in far before you even realized it. 6.) i had to catch my flight, i told you. my mom’s going to kill me, i told you. you were worried about the boys. i was worried about the time. you’ve been at this for weeks, scaring me with “like” and phrases you never finished; my brain halted every time. you whispered it, laced it in your laughter, hissed it through your teeth, testing the taste of it on your tongue over and over to get my wide-eyed look of horror every time. you won. every goddamn time. everything went quiet when you finally coaxed it out of your chest at the backseat of your dad’s car. “i love you”, cupping my face ‘til your eyes mastered the uneasiness of my irises. i did not flinch. you were sure, you told me. i did not flinch. i have not moved since then. 7.) our favorite, i remember. you skimmed through my poetry against my knowledge; it was about the boy i no longer look for in the front steps of every building. you were jealous of a ghost but i have stopped pumping my veins with the bitter taste of the answers i never got. read this now, these firsts that i am trying to build a body out of. because you are not sweaty palms and queasy bellies; you were never awkward glances and anxious thoughts; never the 3 am weed-induced slurs to the moon. i have stopped lining my writing with the absence of closure, stopped dousing all these letters with spite. you are 10 am drives around the city killing time we don’t even have; you are 2 am sleepy sighs, drowsy murmurs, the phone lines that dispatch our nocturnal conversations about the hours we didn’t spend filling each other’s space. read your being echo through mine. read this knowing you are the fog in my head; the marks on my collarbones; the relief when we stopped trying to be ‘just friends’. i have paused the thought of stable hands, stable inhales—exhales, stable sparks seeping into my bones way before i knew you could ever hit ‘play’. you are the steady pulse under my skin; you are constant; you are comfort.
m.r.s, firsts (via wnq-writers)
:D jaj istenem
such elmult evek,
much iden kibaszottul jobb leszek
turn ons: when a boy calls me baby in a sleepy voice
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