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When you fall for someone’s personality, everything about them becomes beautiful.

a gentle reminder that you did well this year. you met new people, learned new things and felt new feelings. you did so many things that made you scared. you picked yourself up off the floor after feeling completely defeated or heartbroken. there were some really tough nights but you survived them all. you made people happy just by existing. you accepted many goodbyes but the serendipitous meetings made up for them. it was your own hard work that paid off but you always downplay it or compare yourself to others. that’s not fair on yourself. you’ve come so far from the first day of this year. you have more wisdom and strength now. yes, other people seem more “successful” but does that even matter? please don’t think so lowly of yourself to only think about your failures. 2018 was your year of growth. I hope you take a moment to be kind to yourself, and believe that 2019 will be even better.

i think its dumb if drug dealers get sentenced to longer in prison than rapists?? like people ask for drugs but no one asks for rape???

rose petals and the stars and tea leaves and

I have a personality that is held together with duct tape and glitter glue and band-aids and

I may not have the best body but it sure does hold all my organs in place

my love for you was a song

you liked the melody

but you never bothered

to listen to the words

I’ll play my music for someone who wants to listen.

this is a daily thing for me it sucks

the only thing worse than making eye contact with someone on public transport is accidentally making eye contact with the same person you just made eye contact with on the public transport again

*just fucking T-poses*

if you are a man who had sex with a woman, and she became pregnant, and decided to abort, she does not “owe” you any say in the decision. all you did was bust a 10 second nut and suddenly you get a decisive say in whether or not she goes through 9 months of insanity and a painful expensive labour cause YOU want the kid? fuck off. your role in the creation of that fetus is minimal at best. if you really, genuinely wanted a child with her, you would have PLANNED for the conception of a child with that woman BEFORE y'all fucked. stop giving me that shit about “both of them created it together so they get equal say in the matter!” NO a man ejaculated and THAT’S IT, everything else regarding conception is on the woman’s body, she gets the final say in whether or not she’ll carry to term, NOT you. go adopt one of the 250,000 children in foster care waiting for someone to love them if you want a kid that fucking badly.

And maybe

I can use your lap as a pillow while I read

Your fingers running through my hair while you read too

And maybe

we’d have popcorn fights while we watch movies

Laughing more than listening so we’d have to keep playing the scenes back

And maybe

we’d just sit shoulder to shoulder while the rain poured outside

Quietly listening to the pitter-patter on the roof

And maybe

we’d read poetry to each other

taking turns reading out from our favorite books

And maybe

we’d look into each other’s eyes

and kiss.

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1326. On the Couch

Lately I just been in a fuck everybody mood

this weekend was supposed to be me relaxing, instead it has turned into me deep cleaning my house and blasting music from 60s-80s

Why do I always end up shipping people who don’t end up together or it takes them forever to get together?

my sunflower

i looked at you through the cracked screen of my phone. through the cracked and pixelted, you were beautiful: an angel, in my eyes.

you lauged lightly, a mellifluous sound, as i made a joke about one of your multiple ex-girlfriends.

you continued to blab about your current "love inerest" that would probably end within the span of 3-10

crack

the sound of my fragile heart tearing echoed in my ears and inreased slightly more with each word you uttered. it would never be fully-broken, never be fully-healed

always continuing the slow, agonizingly painful, ceaseless torture - like the nightmare that re-occurs every night: you're there, i'm running and running, sweat dripping, thighs burning, flushed face, but i can't seem to move an inch can't seem to get my feet off the ground.

i keep the smiling demeanor on for you.

so i don't worry you

so you're not confused,

so you'll continue to talk to me without any hesitations,

so you won't bother asking why i'm hurting so much inside,

it's all for you

i listen as you talk about her, not realizing that you are chipping pieces off of me second by second, like i'm merely a clay piece for you to play with and abandon once you're done, yet you keep coming back for more, you can't seem to let go.

my smile falters once you end the call saying that your mom called you - probably to set the table or something.

a deep sigh escapes my mouth and the corners of my mouth turn down into a frown.

sluggishly crossing the room, i grab the hoodie; your hoodie, merely a piece of fabric, yet it means so much more to me than you could possibly imagine.

after being repeately washed, it still had that faint smell: you - you, you , and nothing but you.

i slipped the sweater over my head and through my arms - the hoodie fell to about my mid-thigh.

the aroma filled up my senses completely, i felt drunk on you, intoxicated with just the mere scent of you.

i craved for you to be near me, to hold me, to talk about me like you actually want me, and need me - like i need you

self care is following a ton of minecraft blogs at 2 am when you should be sleeping and drinking chocolate milk with too much chocolate in it while you listen to a playlist of your all time favorite songs

TBFH im so hype that it's fall, i fucking love spooky time hmu to do some cute fall things

🎃🧡This bitch ready to get spooky! 🎃🧡

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

“you’re so polite!” thank you i have anxiety

I’ve come to inform you all the Ancient Greeks spelled Thoth, the Egyptian deity, as Θώθ

do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck

Concept: It’s a breezy fall afternoon. We’re dressed up in our favorite sweaters, walking hand-in-hand through the pumpkin patch. We find the perfect pumpkins to carve. When we finish carving them, we cuddle under a blanket with some hot apple cider and watch our favorite show.

i feel like i can be myself around you. i find safety and familiarity in your smile and your eyes.

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

my heart feels safe with you. it’s like it’s known you since the universe began.