I Make Good Decisions When Intoxicated

I've got this under control

[paprika]

[bufhasvhndsls-deactivated201610]

GET A LOAD OF THAT DOG

[owlmylove]

[distantly] THAT DOG

[cigarettesandsarcasm]

1. I still fall asleep in your shirts on the days where the memories of you become too vivid 2. In my head, I still tell you about my day, and for once, it feels like you actually care. 3. I still love you, even with her on my side of your bed. 4. I still love you, even with him on your side of my bed. 5. Sometimes, when life hits too hard, I lie in bed with the thought of your arms around me, and for a blissful moment, it feels like reality, and calmness flows through my veins- You always did say I have an unrealistic imagination. 6. Your sharp words still cut into my every fucking day. Part of me is glad because this way, I still get to hear your voice. 7. I don’t love him, I just want you to think I do. I don’t want you to know I still care. I don’t want you to know the effect you have on me. 8. I hope you think of me half as often as I think of you. 9. I don’t know how to stop loving you.

Things I’ve almost said, but didn’t. (via bringmemychemicalbandsx)

[niconiconiko]

never stop being a good person because of bad people

[mientras-no-estabas]

¿Habrá algo más bonito que verte sonreír?

[icannot-fix-me]

Escucharte reír.

[weaksorry]

do u ever think about how much you’ve changed in the past 2 years and ur just like, thank god.

[macrolit]

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

George Eliot (b. 22 November 1819)

[potatopup]

[hplyrikz]

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran  (via alunit)

[autremondeimagination]

"Y le dije cuídate cuando en realidad lo que quería decirle era quédate."

[madisen]

you are going to miss people you’ll want to get out of bed at two in the morning and drive to go see them you’ll call them even though they changed their number 10 months ago just to hear a dial tone you’ll write letters to them they’ll never read, seal them in envelopes and address them and stick them in your desk drawer you’ll catch your wandering afternoon thoughts bumping into old memories that feel warm at first but then start to sting you’ll lie awake at night trying to remember and trying to forget what it felt like to fall asleep knowing they were thinking of you you are going to miss people sometimes their hearts will beat the same as yours and sometimes you’ll put your head to their chest and won’t hear a thing you’ll wipe away the hurt from the tops of your cheeks because they feel so far away you are going to miss people you’ll get out of bed at two in the morning and dance till you’re not sad anymore you’ll delete old voicemails to make room for new ones without thinking twice you’ll mail the letters worth mailing and throw away the rest you’ll neglect to notice their name hasn’t crossed your mind in weeks, but when it does you’ll smile or feel nothing and it won’t feel empty at all you’ll put your head on your pillow and close your eyes and sleep will find you before they can you are going to miss people you are going to miss people you are going to miss people and you are going to be okay.

Madisen Kuhn | unpublished, january twentieth (via tsktsks)

[weisserrauch]

[letaliabane]

[viralthings]

Before and after I sign good boy to my deaf dog

[feywandererart]

[filmcamara]

[rarerotic-deactivated20180205]

[regalasfuck]

you can really tell when people lose that spark for you