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Misplaced Lens Cap
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we're not kids anymore.
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Mess is Mine // Vance Joy
Is this what anxiety feels like?
At times, life gives you a sudden jerk. You feel so disarrayed and static at the same time. Everything is moving in coloured blurs. Sadness and happiness rush through you. You don't realize when your laughter changes into tears, to the extent that you laugh and cry at the same time. You want to know what's wrong, even when you know there's nothing wrong. You're content with your self but not satisfied. The world is a bubble. Translucent and rising. You feel as if you're free Falling and as if your feet are stuck in cement. Changing the song after hearing it for a minute because you've become that indecisive. There's a dull feeling lulling you in. But you want to feel alive, even when everything around couldn't have been better. You just want to lie down and stare into space, you also want to find something new. Satisfaction is a long lost memory. Because this is what if feels like to me
otp things that get me
just hit me right in the chest
waking up together in a tangle of sheets and sunlight, feet sticking out
admiring the curve of the other’s shoulder when they sleep on their stomach, arms shoved under the pillow
being unable to resist kissing said shoulder
knowing the other’s quiet sleepy sounds
back hugs while doing dishes
silly dance-offs
making the other collapse with laughter during a Very Serious Moment
that knowing smile when one touches the other and they gasp
talking simultaneously
in unison
standing with arms around each other, letting everything fall away for just a moment
being together long enough to share habits and mannerisms
this makes me feel forever alone
So i wanted to type “dying of cuteness” and this happened. I honestly love everyone on this site gives a shit about everyone, whether they’re a blogger, follower and especially the people who created this website
How it should feel
How do people clean their shit with pieces of paper?
“I wanted to play piano in restaurants in the south of France. I went there on holiday once and I saw this guy playing in an old tuxedo. He was all disheveled, with a whisky glass on the piano. I thought that was the coolest thing.”
sometimes your reason for living can be the stupidest little thing. like “i don’t want my pet to get sad because they miss me” or “i want to know how this television show ends.” and sometimes, that’s enough.
First time talking to internet friend: Hello. I think you are a wonderful individual and you have amazing talent and would love to be your friend if that is a possibility.
300th time talking to internet friend: YO HOE. GET CHO GAY ASS ONLINE. BRUH. I FUCKING LOVE U.
Dan and Phil playing the Newlywed Game Best Friend Game at SITC 2014
This is actually how it goes
Second part of this
Because Nico will always carry that hades figurine as a way to remember why his sister died.
I made myself sad!!!
tfw = two fucking weiners
I swear someone walking in on me watching porn would be easier to explain than this
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh