Premeditated Murda

Umberrr East Coast college student I never really been good at bios... Twitter/Insta @umber_r

[books-n-quotes]

“Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.”

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

[lovelysuggestions]

no matter how bad the fight, say ‘i love you’ before you leave

[fukkce]

lmaoooo

[candiikismet]

Lmao bye!!! 😂😂😂😂

[papacatullus]

Damn 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[just-shower-thoughts]

If Depression was literally crippling, not just figuratively crippling, people might treat it like the legitimate medical disease it is.

[hurtnigga-deactivated20180302]

Need my heart deep-throated.

[gif87a-com]

[groupthinker]

this is the absolute sweetest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. i wish nothing but the absolute best for this dude for the rest of his life, he deserves it more than any of us

[nandalorian]

I’m so glad this was recorded for future blackmail purposes.

[moonlight-sonder]

I LOVE BIG DOGS

[diekingdomcome]

This was too cute

[infull-livingcolour-deactivated]

I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.

[therealpurposeoflife]

As someone born in a Muslim family, you must still go through a conversion experience. Find Islam for yourself, fall in love with the beauty of its principles & gain a personal connection with Allah. So important.

[blehmieux]

it’s so disturbing to think back and realize the stuff you allowed people to do to you simply because you didn’t respect yourself enough to not let it happen

[zodiacmind]

[zodiacmind]

More fun Zodiac facts here

[perrfectly]

What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.

Chester Bennington  (via perrfectly)

[aussielord]

[perrfectly]

[wnq-writers]

I can’t sleep, just like that night. I stayed up, watching you sleep wondering what was on your mind. Wondering when the universe pictured us meeting, if our starts aligned. Wondering if there would be a last time for us to lay down just as we did that night. Time went by so flawlessly, so fast, I stared at you until my eyes grew weary and even then I couldn’t sleep. I wondered if deep inside you really wanted me to be there or if it was just so obvious that I was full of pain and ached for love, so you pitied me. In reality, I wasn’t full of anything. Well at least now I’m sure I’m not. Empty, vacant, unoccupied—Abandoned. Such a reoccurring theme in my life. Whatever. Somehow I fell asleep as soon as the light began to crawl. When everyone’s asleep, I’m awake playing with the lost and disregarded thoughts thrown into the unwanted pile of this world. They belong to me, they dance over my head until my soul surrenders and my body responds, then I sleep. Finally. All of a sudden I am awaken by the soft meet of your skin to mine. I felt your fingers gracing across the surface of my hip and slowly moving down to my leg. It was a wonderful awakening, my heart began to race, my lips quivered and I turned over to see that you were still sleep. I didn’t know whether to smile or to be disappointed. Were you dreaming of me? Am I on your unconscious mind? Or are you imagining the comfort of someone else? I could never know. I turned back over. I remember wishing you felt what I felt. Intensity. Every moment with you, I cherished and I feared. Even watching you sleep terrified me because it was like being on time out as a kid when all you really want is to play outside. Well, when you woke up, you took another piece of my away. Your hands wrapped around my body, your lips slither all over my skin, you travel to places inside of me unknown by the rest of the world and I cry aloud “I love you.” I wish I would’ve said more. I wish all the words I know went to use, I wish I found the right ones to say. But that probably still wouldn’t have stopped you from leaving. If you were poison then I was ready to die. What a fool.

daniellegazi (via wnq-writers)

[arabwife]

the saddest thing i’ve ever done was beg someone to love me the way I loved them

[cybabi-deactivated20211124]

gay culture is being asked to do something by a pretty girl and not being able to say no

[transjemder]

Millennial culture is having two wildly different conversations with the same person on two different apps at the exact same time

[poorlytimed-deactivated20190607]

conversation 1: cheese borger

conversation 2: that’s why I think I’m so afraid of making myself vulnerable, because my father taught me I couldn’t ever truly trust anyone