Someone asked me what I missed most and all I could think was, “Myself, myself, myself… ”
j.m.n (via j-la-vie)
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if i look back, i am lost
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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occasionally subtle

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Someone asked me what I missed most and all I could think was, “Myself, myself, myself… ”
j.m.n (via j-la-vie)
When I say I love you it sounds more like an apology than a statement. When I say I love you I can taste the lie on my tongue
“Is the meaning of life to get excited about someone, genuinely feel interested in what he says, try to make him feel interested in what you say, make your bodies touch a lot, then ‘mess up’ somehow, have a long discussion where you ‘talk about a lot’ but don’t actually talk about anything although you tell yourselves you’ve reached some kind of ‘resolution,’ see him less at parties, write things to him and regret it, cycle through desire and hatred towards him but sort of feel unjustified for feeling anything towards him at all, try to get interested in other things or people, have long stretches of time of just sitting in your bed, looking out the window and wondering how it got to be so late, crave physical contact, crave someone validating your existence by showing interest in you, maybe get drunk by yourself a few nights and fall asleep in the bathtub, wake up, and go to work the next day?”
Thought Catalog - Megan Boyle - Guide to Vague Relationships (via thesedeepcitylightss)
hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
Mother, i have pasts inside me i did not bury properly. Some nights, your daughter tears herself apart yet heals in the morning.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via drunkenlyhere)
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I hate how insecure and unsure I feel about this I crave stability and certainty and I'm just not getting that from you and I don't know what to do about it
I don’t want this shit I don’t wanna be hanging out with you and seeing the old romantic movies she apparently likes in your recently watched list and I don’t want to leave in the morning without being kissed goodbye and I don’t want to hear about your sex life with her in the midst of you telling me how you’re gonna fuck me when you see me next and I don’t want to do things that leave me feeling used and gross and like I need a shower all the while knowing that no matter how much I scrub I wont be able to wash away the feelings of inadequacy, of never being good enough, the lingering feeling on my skin left behind by the fingers of someone who doesn't actually give a fuck about me. I don’t want to be lying awake at 3 in the morning with burning eyes writing another god damn post about someone who’s asleep and probably dreaming of someone else it's not healthy it's not worth it I don’t want this I don’t want this I don’t want you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you you fucking asshole
Concept: a relationship where you’re both equally obsessed with one another but still respect eachothers space. There is no lack of communication or trust. Lots of sex.
You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you
(via 4ever-horngry)
Ophelia at the River’s Edge (c. 1900), Carlos Ewerbeck / Cry for Judas, The Mountain Goats
do you guys ever get to that point where hobbies are literally stressful? like people are like “oh youre depressed and/or anxious? just do something you love!” but literally doing the things you actually do still like doing stresses you out because you don’t know if you’re doing them often enough or right enough or if you’re having enough fun doing them
Bad nights outnumbering the good ones lately