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Love Begins
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I have decided that with my nineteenth birthday (which was amazing), and because 2015 is coming to an end, that it is time to get a new, better organized blog, so I will be moving in the next few weeks. If anyone wants to know my new url, message me!! I need mutuaks!!
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (The 1975)
It wasn’t love,” she murmurs to the boy whose arms she finds herself in one lonely night. He’s fast asleep, but she doesn’t care. She needs to say these words. “It was pure infatuation that made my head whirl and my heart ache. It was a strong attraction that messed with my mind to the point where I couldn’t think straight.” “I don’t even know if I cared as much about him as the idea of him,” she sighs. “Some people would still call that love,” she says, her breath hitching, “but maybe they don’t really know what love is.
it wasn’t love. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
I know this isn’t destined to turn into anything more than friendship,” she says, “but I still can’t stop hoping that it will.” “And surely you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know that I’ll still fall in love again every time you smile.” “I’ll also get lost in your eyes, and I’m sorry for that, but I just can’t help it. And goddamn it, it’ll hurt me every time I hear your voice, but some of the best things in life cause the most pain, don’t they?
you cause me the most pain, but oh, you’re so worth it. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
Her eyes were bluer than blue, and when she looked at me it was like they were whispering, “She’s too good for you.
she’s too good for you. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
He’s not the boy I want to like,” she sighs. “He’s not the boy I’d dreamed of or anything. And I know you’re going to judge me because I like him, but it’s not like I can help what my heart chooses.” “He’s not completely perfect. He gets in trouble with teachers a lot, and his grades aren’t that great, but I don’t really care.” “He’s always making me laugh, and he makes me feel wanted. He doesn’t tell my secrets and he trusts me with his.” She smiles. “I guess he’s just perfectly imperfect, and I’m okay with that.
he’s perfectly imperfect. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
Who’s the worst person to lose?” “Your best friend,” she says. “It hurts much more than losing a significant other, in my opinion. When you lose a best friend, it’s like a knife to the heart.” “When you’ve known someone since your childhood, it’s harder to let them go. It’s painful to grow apart from someone that was there for everything from the first day of kindergarten to the day you graduated high school. When someone knows everything about you and then doesn’t, it’s awful.” “When you lose your best friend, it’s like losing a part of yourself.
it’s like losing a part of yourself. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
Does it hurt, knowing that he doesn’t feel the same?” “Like hell. Do you wanna know what unrequited love feels like?” she asks, then goes on without waiting for an answer. “It’s looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes right as the sun hits them and watching them melt into oceans that you know you’ll never be able to see up close. It’s brushing your arm against his on accident and feeling chills run down your body as he feels nothing. It’s feeling something you can’t explain every time you see him, as he’s not even giving you a second glance.” “But the worst part?” she chokes out, tears filling her throat. “It’s knowing that no matter how much you wanted him, he chose her, he chose her, he chose her.
but why wouldn’t he choose her? (via storyiwillneverwrite)
When you see two posts that are pretty much the same but are posted by different blogs
when you look at two posts that are very much alike but have been produced by two different blogs
during finals week
friend: hey
me: the most important united states supreme court case was marbury v. madison because it established judicial review
McGonagall comforted Remus in her animagus form after a full moon before the other Marauders knew he was a werewolf and he had no one.
When he came back to Hogwarts as a professor, she did this, too.
Moony then would wake up in the hospital wing and see a cat curled up at his feet that jumps down and goes away as soon as it notices that Remus is awake.
Later, at the breakfast, he’d smile at her sadly and say, “I haven’t forgotten. The first year, you know. You were always there when nobody was, and I never said ‘thank you’. But we all loved you… me and James and Peter… and Sirius. Thought you should know, professor.”
She just pats his shoulder and continues her meal, as if one of her children hadn’t just told her the best thing in the world.
This pun…..oh man…..
We only have less than a month to use this pun. The rarest of puns that can no longer be used, once the year is over.
and when you find out it’s their favourite song, you can’t help but listen to it a whole lot differently. you notice every change in chords and you take in every lyric and it stops being just another song on the radio and becomes a map to who they are.
maps // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)
I used to think friendship was sleepovers and play dates. Now I know it’s not. Friendship is three in the morning talks about what happened the day before and why the hell you’re still awake. Friendship is three in the afternoon laughing so hard you’re on the floor at a corny joke for the third time that day. Friendship is sitting there eating in silence because you would rather eat than talk (and they would too). Friendship is love in the strangest ways when all else is lost.
friends // s.e. (via thepoetryboy)
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the smartest of them all? “He is, he is oh so smart. Studying every night so stressed there’s no time for art.” Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most beautiful of them all? “She is, she is oh so pretty. Ripping her hair with a brush, slathering her face with makeup to go the city.” Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the funniest of them all? “He is, he is oh so funny. Cries himself to sleep but still so sunny.” Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most afraid of them all? The mirror said nothing but showed all. It showed the rallies and the cries of protestors and screams and cries of fear. “All are, all are don’t you see? It never ends, this crime spree.”
s.e. (via thepoetryboy)
girls are so pretty
