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How to kill someone: Pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.
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Getting no message is also a message.
stuff that took me a while to understand #1 (via floals)
“God is good. Always. No matter what. God is good.”
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god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things! just sleeping! it’s like a sleepover but every night how sweet is that!!!!
Like no offense, but I know I’m too good for the majority of these young men, especially the scrubs. I’m way above their league as far as looks, education, maturity, and ambitions in life. I constantly say that I want to marry rich and date professional athletes because I truly want to manifest that into my life. Because it’s something that I actually want, I turn down men that do not fit my criteria at all with no regrets or fucks to give. I frequent places where I can meet the kind of men I want. I refuse to settle for average and low quality men.
“After all, soul mates always end up together.”
— Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End / Love, Rosie (via thelovejournals)
anyway. Love is the point
I’m at the “don’t talk to me unless you wanna wife me” stage
I wish I never knew you.