Be a little bit nosy. Ask meh anything.   Broken bits and pieces.   Every captured moments   

Do you expect me to type a description of my blog when I don't even want to spend time on my essay?

herspanic:

we should have a “where are they now” for bloggers who’ve deleted

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"I asked an old man: “Which is more important? To love or to be loved?” The old man replied: “Which is more important to a bird? The left wing or the right wing?"
Unknown (via cosmofilius)

(Source: haughtyspirit, via inhabitude)

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"Everything is temporary."
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via mandolinaes)

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"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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orange-lights:

throwing gangsters off of roofs to see how fly they really are

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tyleroakley:

poorprovincialtown:

editingatwork:

musical-treasures:

So a boyband walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage and everyone thought they were going to sing One Direction or something typical…and then they sung Stars from Les Miserables.

This is the best thing ever. Just listen to those harmonies <3

Simon’s face says “I like it against my will.”

IT’S EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED

YES TO MORE ACTUAL TALENT IN SINGING COMPETITIONS.

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"Just fucking tell her. Right now. This is your sign."
Unknown (via perfect)

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gay boy:hey man you look good today
straight boy:oh my god man what the fuck i'm not a faggot, i'm pretty sure this is harassment
straight boy:[slaps girls' asses as they walk by] [asks them if they finger themselves] [pleads every girl to have anal sex]
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kevinfreakingsolo:

I wonder if this could be love

(via fuckscastiel)

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attractive person:hi
me:is this some kind of sick joke
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geothebio:

pros to buying a pizza: pizza

cons to buying a pizza: buying

(via metalhearted)

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