I'm Falling Over You.

[disasterbisexual-moved]

if you’re ever scared you’re not a good person, remember that bad people don’t care about being better 

[pla-a-nt-deactivated20181018]

This is actually very important, so I’m gonna hit that reblog button again

[lisa-rowee]

[thatislandershawty-deactivated2]

Still tryin to heal from things I don’t speak about

[tendernotion]

being in your 20’s is like “if I can just get through this week I’ll be ok” but every fucking week

[aaronptaylorjohnson]

[year9000ovvvhellfireandratbites]

how do i get the moon to notice me back

[angelofmoney-deactivated2017110]

[mistakes-]

[booksfunquotes]

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[arcadeigannon]

kids, when you’re choosing your college schedule, you’ll hear a voice saying “just take the 8AM class. it won’t be that bad. you’ve done it for this long” that’s the devil talking

[sistertaxon]

Queer eye but instead of 5 gay men showing up and fixing your life, 3 gay men show up and become your dads and also sing abba songs

[nyctosaurid]

[sistertaxon]

Holly i legitimately truly did not expect this but i feel like you just unlocked a secret of the universe

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[arabwife]

the saddest thing i’ve ever done was beg someone to love me the way I loved them

[missinyouiskillingme]

“I don’t ask anyone to stay Not anymore The phone may tremble in my hand But never again Will I beg for someone to love me”

— (via melindacarolinee)

[missinyouiskillingme]

“And when you see me again, I hope your heart hurts. I hope you see a lost future and know that there is no turning back the clocks, there is no second chance.”

— I know I do. (via alovesynonymouswithdisaster)

[missinyouiskillingme]

“Just like that, you’ll start to forget too You’ll forget the color of his eyes, then the exact shade of his hair, they way it framed his face The shape of his lips, the way they pressed against you own, a silent promise beneath the admiration of an evening sunset The ghost of your name under his breath, as you took his breath away yet again, as if your entire existence was a miracle His snarl, the way you heard him yell for the first time, the despair inducing words that poured out from behind his lips, The despair you felt in your soul when he picked someone else over you, when he broke that promise, broke the trust, broke the image of the person you thought you knew. You’ll forget it all, the same way he forgot you”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via sunflowerletters)

[anxietyproblem]