so-goodnight-moon:

 

so-goodnight-moon:

 

toxic-ponies:

im in love

toxic-ponies:

im in love

I’m so done constantly doing favors for the hosts at chilis. Neither of you last night let me leave early, even though you knew I felt like shit. my manager had to sit me down for a good 45 mins and give me some food bc my blood pressure went down at work. And neither of you actually cared about letting me leave, even when I do favors for BOTH of you all the fucking time. It’s fine though, bc when you need something I can say no and not feel bad about it

  May 18, 2013 at 11:56am

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Boo

My stomach hurts, and I think it’s because I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten anything since like 1 yesterday. But I don’t FEEL hungry. But my stomach tells me differently. eating makes me want to throw up. But not eating makes me want to throw up. I don’t even know what the fuck is going on right now.

  May 16, 2013 at 03:52pm

govinduhh:

can’t wait for titanic 4D when they actually flood the movie theater and people start drowning and they turn the air conditioning all the way down so it’s really like you’re a part of the movie 

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If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

C.S Lewis  (via mermaaidy)

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pooka-saurus:

shining-vagina:

carlyjespen:

why can’t plane tickets be like 10 dollars

why can’t concert tickets be like 10 dollars

why can’t everything be like 10 dollars

I’m not paying 10 dollars for a candy bar fuck you

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blein:

sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST 

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  May 15, 2013 at 10:40pm
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This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

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I wish people understood that words mean nothing, if your actions don’t correspond with them

  May 15, 2013 at 10:32pm

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juilan:

Kanye West hits is head on a sign and bruises his ego

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  May 15, 2013 at 10:12pm
via juilan

My crash

Is the worst thing, I feel so delirious and confused but at the same time my heart is racing. I feel like a superhero. My adrenaline is off the charts

  May 15, 2013 at 10:11pm