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Some people are dotted lines and other people are destinations. Some people get you somewhere and some people are just a place to be, all in themselves. But you cannot force those dotted lines into destinations.
Hannah Brencher, If You Find This Letter (via quoted-books)
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you donāt spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone whoād rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barely even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Donāt date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
At the end of the day itās the little things. (via offtheocean)
Sheās known sadness, and it has made her kind.
Nathan Filer,Ā The Shock of the FallĀ (via seulray)
14 years old:Iām young but I know what I want. This isnāt that hard, Iām all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old:Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old:What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
my kind of camping.
Some days I feel like Beyonce and some days I feel like Rihannaā¦
my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted
do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar
a poem for a cute girl
oh my god holy shit please be gay
you kiss me and call me your forever and while i love how that word tastes when i kiss you, i tremble and say, āyeah but what ifā because i know myself and what if three years from now you donāt recognize me or i start pushing you away because iām bad at keeping good things by me or what if we realize after our wedding bands that we were never meant for each other what if you meet your real soul mate on the floor of our housewarming party what if iām just wasting your time before you find someone who fits you exactly right - i know it feels like right now i might, but down the road thereās probably someone just a little bit better just a little bit better than i and god help me but i canāt stomach the thought of you leaving me iām sorry i know thatās probably clingy and just what if i start drinking what if you donāt come home at night what if the economy tanks again that sounds like a thing that could happen i mean i know nothing about money and neither do you, really, what if we both lose our jobs or something what if we lose our house or our car or our dog what if both of us never get to see our dreams fulfilled like i never really get published so i start sulking around crying into poems that never see the light of day what if you realize i was just an easy way out, just an exit you drove too far on what if we end up hating each other and become broke and bitter and living in squalor all full of wasps when we speak to each other what if everything goes wrong and we only know how to fight you curl your arms around me and say, āyeah, but what if everything just goes right?ā
youāre so sure and iām so scared // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
I DONāT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS
no seriously this is one of the best things ever
must reblog every time its on the dash
Mos Def