dirty little secrets

stuff I want to get off my chest

[lohver]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Not everyone you love will stay. Not everyone you trust will be loyal. Some people only exist as an example of what to avoid.”

— What If - by Clarvoyant

[strawberriesanddaylight]

I broke my rules for you, and you chose to break my heart.

[itsprincesslivyyy-deactivated20]

I think one of the hardest things in life to accept is that sometimes no matter how hard you try you just can’t be enough for some people.

itsprincesslivyyy

[bnmxfld]

[idontknowokayhelp]

Me: *listens to my own playlist*

Me: fucking masterpiece

[imaginingadifferentlife]

yeah so im depressed bc i watched buzzfeed’s firsts with noah centineo and the fact ?? that he told the girl to bring a book ?? on his first date ?? so they could read as the sun went down ?? and they read for 3 hours ?? if that’s not a perfect man then idk what fucking is

[continuandoalottare]

finchè io e te abbiamo noi, il resto è solo rumore di fondo

riccardo marcuzzo

[smyleeee]

Sei il mio caffè del buongiorno, il mio bacio della buonanotte.

(via smyleeee)

[diariodiragazzina]

Muoio dalla voglia di ridere con te di fronte a un caffè che si raffredda…

(via diariodiragazzina)

[hazyybby]

Stay close to people who feel like sunlight. 🌞

(via mermaidsdonthavethigh-gaps)

[macleod]

Flying a drone through fireworks

[losangelesrams-deactivated20170]

I really don’t think anything exists man

[stay-impure-deactivated20180721]

Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love

-me when i over think things (via stay-impure)

[justabloggerblog]

volevo che mi guardasse come guardava lei, volevo che mi parlasse come parlava di lei, volevo che mi amasse come amava lei, volevo che mi volesse come voleva lei. 

[justabloggerblog]

a bittersweet goodbye

I was ready to walk out of those doors, cry with laughter one last time, hug some people for the last time and tell others that I would see them soon, that I wouldn’t forget them. But people change, and so did I. I moved, and the two hour car ride that seemed so short once turned out to be much longer than expected and I had to come to the realization that maybe seeing each other once a month was unrealistic, and that maybe that once a month would become twice a year, and that maybe people make new friends, and the bond that once held them together would slowly but surely lose its strenght. 

People make new friends and sometimes lose old ones. But that doesn’t mean that the previous ones get forgotten, sometimes they stay with us in memories and pictures that you look at with watery eyes on lonely nights. 

Any goodbye could be the last one, and I was naive to believe that there would always be a next time. People change. Memeories don’t. 

[justabloggerblog]

Here's to us

Here's to us To our broken hearts Your broken bones To our realism To our disbelief in love To our wanderlust Our need to escape Your homesickness Here's to our memories Nights we can't remember Friends we'll never forget Coughing on strong liquor Holding hands as we walk home Here's to the moon To its light guiding our way Keeping us company when the nights get lonely To the comfort it gives us Here's to us And to whatever force made us meet Here's to the late nights The early mornings The coffee dates Here's to us never forgetting

[adaestra]

the truth dripping all over your mouth  like cheap wine he brought to dinner last night; this is regret in liquid                this is heartbreak yet to happen

places i return to (realist’s love affair iii.) | b.s.h  (via adaestra)