what i wish i had said

"but we're only really scared of things that seem realistic, right? because we're terrified that it could actually happen?"

[idkwhorean]

MY HEART HURTS SO FUCKING BAD

[idkwhorean]

he was not what you needed

please do not be mad

when the man you have spent months

or even years building

loves someone else correctly

be happy

that he is better

and that he is no longer breaking women

be happy

that he is for someone else

what you were for him

but you are worthy of love

from someone who knows exactly what to do with you

and exactly how to love you

you are worthy of love

from a man you do not need to create

j.a.s

[idkwhorean]

sometimes i feel like im in a movie and i cant get out

[teenagerposts]

this is the best one

[coral]

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.

Louis Adamic (via coral)

[coral]

But I will hold as long as you like, just promise me we’ll be alright.

[coral]

I miss you in ways I didn’t know existed.

I’m here waiting for you. (via flame)

[coral]

Love yourself enough to set boundaries. Your time and energy are precious.

[coral]

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

D.H. Lawrence (via flame)

[coral]

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies; succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest and frank anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway… You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway.

Kent M. Keith (via flame)

[declinate]

by Phil Chester

[notlindsay]

[broadens]

[wnq-movies]

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.

Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York: The Shooting Script (via wnq-movies)

[meladoodle]

my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”

[meladoodle]

[meladoodle]

i told my granddad this post has 3,500 notes and he said ‘who are they? do i know them?’ he wanted me to list everyone and see if he knew anyone

[auburngal]

If you don’t reblog cauliflower granddad, then you’re just a mean person.

[louis2k15]

I Want To Write You A Song is the purest thing that has ever happened to this fandom

[hplyrikz]