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We are fourteen years old - all pudgy cheeks, flowered converse and crooked teeth. It’s the summer before freshman year and we’re lounging on couches in my living room with our eyes narrowed on the t.v. You sigh quietly and say, “I’ll never look like the girls on t.v.” Cringing inwardly at the palpable envy coating your voice, I silently wish that I knew how to erase it permanently. But instead I sneer and scoff, “Who wants to look like that anyway? It’s all so fake - mascara swipes and calorie strikes.” I hear  you mutter something under your breath that sounds suspiciously like, “I do,” but you let out a shaky laugh and drop the subject. So I do too. The words taste like gravel in my mouth and I wish I could swallow them back down, but the damage is done. So we sit, drowning under the weight of our own insecurities, all at once hating those girls and wondering how to become them.

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You bring a little more sunshine into my life, even on the rainiest days.

reblog if your blog is bisexual positive

me showing you music means i genuinely like you

im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end.

we’re just friends. we’re just friends.

you make me feel a little more beautiful

You make me feel a little less tired.

self promo lol you should go follow my writing blog

“wait, did you think it was you?”

yes. i did. i thought it was me that all your words went to, i thought it was me that ran through your mind on a daily basis. i thought it was me you were falling in love with as we danced in a dimly lit parking lot on a summers night. i thought it was me from the hushed laughs and holding hands in bookstores. i thought it was me that night at the hospital when i’d just lost my best friend. but it never was, i never was the girl you loved. and now we aren’t speaking and i’m losing my mind trying to drown my thoughts in the music that reminded me of you.

- you broke my heart but i wasn’t even yours

Tea is witch culture sorry I don’t make the rules

GIRLS WHO GIVE GIRLS LAP DANCES BASICALLY FUCK ME UP OH GOD MY HORMONES

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

“I look at him over my shoulder and grin because these are the moments I love. These are the moments I live for, when he is just a boy and I am just a girl pretending that our happiness could heal the world and not just our hearts.”

— L.A.L. || excerpt from a WIP (via writing-in-the-wings)

i just want someone whos gonna treat me right. i want someone who won’t take advantage of my big heart and caring soul. i want someone who won’t make me regret seeing the best in people, or giving second chances. i want someone who won’t flip between loving me and hating me. i want someone who loves me like they should.

I find it so attractive when someone talks about what they’re passionate about. Seriously they could be rambling on about how much they love ducks, or about something I don’t even understand. Just that tone of excitement and passion in their voice is enough to make me like them 5 times more than I already do.

“Every time we fight, I write something. Every time we make up, I write something. You know, how with cameras and smartphones, people forget to live the moment because they’re too busy capturing it? I think with tumblr, I have forgotten how loving you felt like, I only remember how writing about it was like.”

— //nikitagupta

“Just because the pain stayed when he didn’t doesn’t mean you should invite it into your home. It is a stowaway in your body, a thief that does nothing but take. It doesn’t know how to do anything else. Pain is an expert at burrowing away until winter and when your heart has shriveled up to a barren wasteland, it comes out. It comes to light and convinces you that it will fill the very hole that it created. So you give more and more of yourself to this feeling, to this antidote never realizing that this hole is greedy. This hole is black and does not have a bottom. Love, I know you only know how to give but the pain only knows how to take and I need to know that when the pain whispers sweet nothings, you will know it for what it is. A parasite and a compulsive liar and the bitter aftertaste that lingers even when everything else fades away.”

— L.A.L. || On the Lie that is Pain (via writing-in-the-wings)

i can’t believe i let someone like u break someone like me lol

“A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.”

— T.B. LaBerge

It’s slow, like honey dripping

But I can see things changing

anonymously tell me the time and what’s on ur mind

That moment you find the right vibing song for the mood you’re feeling

i'd kill for this

i want that wet slow tongue kissing where you’re pressed right up against each other grinding and biting and grabbing and moaning and saying nasty stuff to each other GOD

i need to lay in bed in someones arms for ten hours at least

Fuck whoever fucked me up so bad that I convinced myself I’m not even worth anyone’s time

I’ve been through hell and back these past few months and what I’ve come to realize is…. a bitch is invincible to be quite honest

how to save a life

where is the love

fireflies

love song

songs to induce vivid memories from gen z childhoods

i gotta feeling

dynamite

like a g6

dj got us fallin in love

moves like jagger

tik tok

party in the usa

paper planes

miss independent

hey there delilah

PARTY. ROCK. ANTHEM

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ryan: we didn’t see any ghosts this season :(

shane:

Museum date???? Coffee shop date???? Art gallery date???? Walk in the park date???? Late night walk date???? Nap time date???

all I ever do is stare at the moon & feel things