sad cinnamon roll

i roll my eyes too much i turn into a cinnamon roll

[cartomaniac]

Artist @bettersituation

[just-shower-thoughts]

Anxiety is just a person creating conspiracy theories about themself.

[just-shower-thoughts]

Wouldn’t it be ironic if you died in a living room

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“Words that spill from your lips, whether they are filled with intentions or just a residue of an explosion from a hollow feeling, they cannot be taken back. Words that are once spoken, will live forever in the heart of another.”

— Lukas W. // Words live on

[aesthetiicly]

When your blog is running low on memes

[quotemadness]

“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”

— Audrey Hepburn

[quotemadness]

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

— Reyna Biddy

[sadcinnamon]

It's just so frustrating, knowing by heart that this person, this exact person perfectly matches your soul like two matching puzzle pieces.

But instead, like two parallel lines, your path won't ever cross.

[thelovejournals]

To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)

[just-shower-thoughts]

One day, someone will say “’sup” for the last time ever. He will be the Last Supper.

[quotemadness]

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.

Ally Condie (via quotemadness)

[wnq-writers]

“So why don’t you talk to each other anymore?” …. “Because,” he paused giving a soft smile. “Strangers can not start  a conversation with I’ve missed you even if it’s all there is to say.”

kfroy (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Nothing is ever meant to be. You’re either willing to embrace the beauty and look over the flaws, or you’re not. You’re either willing to make an effort, or you’re not. You’re either going to get your heart broken repeatedly, and still come back for more, or you’re going to leave and never look back. The universe will not conspire to make something stick, and make you happy. You choose to make something forever. You choose it everyday, and question your choice the next minute, but you stay. That’s when something lasts. Not because it’s meant to be, but because you choose to stay.

thebook-cook  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Stop trying to blend in with people that will only serve as unnecessary containers. Oceans like you were not made to fit into cups.

Maxwell Diawuoh  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I am weak and fragile, But every break is meant to save me, not crush me. What makes the cracks troublesome is that they’re never a straight line. What makes them beautiful is that they illuminate; Summoning the shadows into the brightness. The leaks of light are what restore me.

photogrl2020 (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I saw galaxies and stars collide in a blink of your eyes

sensually-yours (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Write me love letters and address them to all the insecure parts of my body.

damndamin (via wnq-writers)