it’s so funny when capitalists are like Stopping climate change is TOO EXPENSIVE. like money isn’t even fucking real you know what is? Earth and you know what’s about to not be real anymore? Earth
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it’s so funny when capitalists are like Stopping climate change is TOO EXPENSIVE. like money isn’t even fucking real you know what is? Earth and you know what’s about to not be real anymore? Earth
“Middle finger to my old life.”
— JAY Z
“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist”
— Gena Showalter, Seduce the Darkness (via coral)
“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via coral)
“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parent’s names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to play violin, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your laugh lines, and your birthmarks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you wake up in the middle of the night most nights, where you were when you realised you had lost yourself, why you picked up the razor, and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your mother. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for all things salted caramel, your dream of being a vet when you were five, your need to sing along to every song you know, and your fears of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget, and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clean clothes out for days, get scared ordering at a store, have to organise your DVD’s by genre, and check your horoscope… just in case. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how you don’t like sugar in your coffee, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you don’t like sandwiches unless they’re toasted. He’s going to know how you feel without telling him, when you’re holding in a laugh, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.”
— He’ll Know / Love
“One. Do not promise when you’re happy. Two. When you are angry, do not respond. Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.”
— (via coral)
“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”
—
Vincent van Gogh
(via adrenaline)
“To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.”
— Taylor Swift (via coral)
i enjoy mornings that you wake up to silence and no one is asking anything of you, you’re under no pressure to exist and its just wonderful
i like clingy. i like double texts, phone calls, good morning & goodnight texts. i like knowing someone cares. i like knowing they try
“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”
—
Vincent van Gogh
(via adrenaline)
“Que diferentes se ven las personas cuando ya no te importan.”
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Proving a point to my boyfriend.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
I’ve never hit reblog faster or harder.
I cried yesterday