appreciate brown eyes more bc the people with brown eyes are grown up forcing to believe fuckin blue and green and grey are beautiful and either detest or get incredibly happy when someone compliments their eye color stop letting this happen
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.
if you ever think about sending me an ask and decide not to cause “oh she doesn’t care” or “oh I don’t want to bother her” literally I’m the loneliest piece of shit you can find and would still love you if you sent me the word nuzzle over and over again
“After a long time, I came to realize I really didn’t mean much to you. You were never going to take me as I am. It hit me I was never going to be enough for you. It was dumb of me to believe I could change that. You’d love a million others before you could love me.”—I’ve learned. (via missinyouiskillingme)
i want to open a book store that is 24 hours and people can finally go out at like 2am and be like “i just finished the first book in the series i need the next one stat” or if people are just having a stressful night and want to be surrounded by books
My favorite part about this post is that someone understands that it’s calming to be surrounded by books
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”—Unknown (via supandreee)
“I want the numbness to go away. I want to stop loving you. I want to stop spending eight hours in the bathrooms of fancy hotels, I want to stop crying in the fucking glass showers. It’s an endless battle of pride, and frankly, I’m losing. I don’t have an ounce of dignity left. Is this what you do when you love a person that doesn’t love you back? You start to forget who you are, you start to forget that you were completely fine before you met him. My mouth feels like some kind of fucking reminder on how you used to fuck it. You were pouring gasoline over my body and you didn’t even leave me your favourite lighter, the one with a red dragon that you always used to play, you just clicked it open and walked away. That’s what you did to me. That’s what you’ve always done to me. And what makes me raving mad is that I volunteered to give my body and soul and you didn’t want my soul. You only wanted my body while you wanted to give her a diamond ring.”—a.s., ‘frankly, i’m losing’ (via mossyribs)