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@mindofamontgomery-blog
This is actual bullshit. How does no one see it? Does no one care?
Remember when she was brunette? Remember when we dyed our hair together? Remember when we were friends? Yeah, me neither.
I love when you meet someone and you just click. You know you’re supposed to be friends or lovers or something. You just know the universe said “you two, yeah you, don’t leave each other’s side okay?”. Here’s to meeting awesome new people and forming amazing new bonds.
Marianas Trench, “Masterpiece Theater”
You’re an adventure I want to take. You’re walking on a tightrope when I’m afraid of heights. You’re the smell after it rains, and the depth of the ocean when I am afraid of its vastness—but over everything else, you are the one thing that makes sense.
i-always-miss-you (via wnq-writers)
It’s like i want to know, but i don’t want to ask you
Concept: a relationship where you’re both equally obsessed with one another but still respect eachothers space. There is no lack of communication or trust. Lots of sex.
me: *is naturally affectionate* me: *has major trust and abandonment issues, fears rejection* me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i’d like to formally call myself out on being such a needy and emotionally confusing person
I can’t imagine someone getting sweaty hands or feeling butterflies in their stomach when they look at me like I can’t imagine myself being the object of someone’s late night love fantasy
me: oh yea it's been years I'm over it
also me: *was actually irreparably changed to the point that my personality and the way I interact with others and my insecurities are, even today, a direct result of what happened*
I think I’m feeling that at 26 and Taylor has to deal with me regressing and crying all night but he’s being so good about it.
Franklin. Running away to Franklin. Except it’s not to Franklin, per se, it’s more of just running to wherever he will be. I’m not escaping to a where, it’s to a who. It’s to him. I’ve been consistently running to him. He’s my home when nothing else feels like it.