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my mother: why do you act like that

me: why’d you emotionally abuse me my whole life? we all have questions …good night

god my absolute favorite feeling is devouring a book, when you get so into the pages and the words that you have to stop your eyes from skipping lines and force yourself to read every word, when you’re so impatient for what happens next that you can’t sit still while reading, when you have to re read whole pages because you were too busy predicting and anticipating that you missed the actual events, when you read a part that’s too good for words and you have to close the book and scream into your pillow, that’s what reading a truly great book is about and the feeling is even better when you haven’t found a book like that in a long time and then you stumble across one and something inside of you awakens

yourfriendlyhomo

Something about seeing two girls or two guys just being in love in public is so therapeutic

beautanol

I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.

leahberman

pursuitofpeaks

thestrangexunusual

this is the dream

crap-im-gay

“what would you tell your 12 year old self?”

me: aye you a lesbian homie

beastygimmick

am i even good at kissing this is a serious concern of mine

electric-daisy-forest

Cute little nature lover

niacinamides-deactivated2020010

have yall seen girls?? literally??have u all laid eyes on any girl ever????? highest form of art

asoftwrongness

synqra

There is so much I miss about us.

Last night I turned over in our bed, hands searching for your waist, but the stark air I grasped instead startled my itching fingertips. There's a lonely space on my shoulder that should be occupied by you; TV marathons are not the same without the warmth of your body pressed against mine. Where am I to lay my head on bus adventures, and who am I to have adventures with at all? This morning, my cereal didn’t seem as hilarious as usual, and the quiet of my crunching made me pour the remains down the drain. I don't regret lending you half my wardrobe, but I do regret borrowing yours. It's less of a wonderful feeling when your clothes belong to me but your heart doesn't.

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