I'll keep you my dirty little secret

I wish to understand why people do the things they do.

[vodkapoetry]

And no matter how much I missed you or how much pain I was in. I never would have erased everything we ever had. Even if I was drowning in grief, I’d rather hang on to every moment that I ever held you or every laugh that I ever heard, every shred of happiness that we ever had. I would rather spend every moment in agony than erase the memory of you.

The Vampire Diaries  (via aztecianlipstick)

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[mindoveryoudontmatter]

I hate how a majority believe that when a girl’s silent she’s

falling apart

crying inside

over thinking

ect

but

maybe

she’s just picturing porn in her head

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[mindoveryoudontmatter]

I'm so tired of you asking everybody why I'm mad because you know why. Yes he pisses me off, but your supposed to be my friend and you just enjoy helping him make me jealous. Your not innocent and right now your being a shitty friend.

[coral]

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via dissapolnted)

[mommadose-blog]

you never cared for me like I did you. I would’ve drowned myself in ten thousand words and a cheap bottle of wine before I even thought of hurting you like you hurt me. Ten thousand words.

(via highn0tes)

[zelotes]

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[mindoveryoudontmatter]

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[saltwaterandroses]

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You  (via suchvodka)

[thebagofholding-deactivated2016]

“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing

[clown-dick-deactivated20131227]

for someone who pretends to have no emotions whatsoever im really sensitive