Sounds I live for...
The bubbling of champagne
The popping of a fire
The cracking of creme brûlée
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
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Sounds I live for...
The bubbling of champagne
The popping of a fire
The cracking of creme brûlée
when i’m apathetic due to disassociation, it feels as if all of my emotions are muted, trapped behind a thick glass wall and totally out of focus. i know they are there; i can feel them tapping on the wall, calling through it, but they are muffled. there is no connection and they are easily dismissed or ignored.
Proof | Paramore
I can feel myself disassociating again
I’m trying to hold on, so that I don’t do something detrimental to our relationship. But I can feel the emptiness washing over me. And suddenly, I don’t care anymore.
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lol I'm angry because I miss him and we were supposed to be forever.
i love myself but i dont love me back
i have never ever related to anything so fucking hard
oh. ohhhhhhhhh. oh nooooooooooooooo
[A mom and baby otter are floating together. The baby otter is sleeping on his mom’s tummy so he’s still all dry and fluffy. She keeps giving him little otter kisses.]
Now this is quality content.
I am at a place in life where peace is a priority. deliberately avoid certain ppl to protect my mental, emotional & spiritual state.
Mt. Assiniboine Provincial Park, B.C., Canada
Her hazel eyes were sparkling Under the sun’s last rays of the day, With her soft and warm skin Laying on the grass next to the river. The wind gently ruffling her hair Her mouth painted in red slightly smiling.
M.P. (via overcalm)
We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.
Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step (via eearth)
I like that “good morning, princess” / “morning baby” kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. The kind that makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.
Orchard in Blossom April, 1888 Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (F511)
In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.
Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out (via violentwavesofemotion)