"i love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever into words.”
some people were born today. hello babies welcome to the earth. you missed a bunch of stuff while you were busy not existing. jbiebs did some things you would not believe
THE WORST KIND OF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO NOTICE WHEN YOU’RE EMBARRASSED AND BLURT OUT “YOU’RE BLUSHING” LIKE YES IM EMBARRASSED THANK YOU FOR POINTING IT OUT TO EVERYONE YOU PIECE OF SH×T
marijuana does awful things to people like forcing them to talk about how much they smoke it on every single f×cking social network every single f×cking day
She is not ''my girl''. She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment to moment, day by day, and night by night. How much more blessed can I be?
vvvv “stop acting so fücking wounded. The only person that can pick you up, push back your shoulders, wipe the tears, mend the broken bones and get you out of your slump is you. Now go and live, there is so much to be happy about.”
why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
A person doesn't know truehurt and suffering untilthey've felt the pain of fallingin love with someone who's affections lie elsewhere-rose gordon, her imperfect groom
And her heart shattered like the waves that crashed against the shore. Her fake smile cracked like plaster. Her pretty little world, painted bright and colorful drained of all it's color. And that was the day, the happiest girl in the world became the black and gray girl. ( M . D )