I go through these fazes where I’m like “fuck you, I don’t need you” but then a few weeks later I’m like “wait, I really miss you”

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la-meilleure-amie:

everyone says they want a fairytale wedding but when i show up and curse their firstborn suddenly i’m the jerk

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heisenbabe:

i want to sleep for 2 years and wake up with a degree, an apartment and money in the bank.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

― Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them   (via nixlabyrinth)
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Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

― John Mayer (via hefuckin)

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One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.
― Gabourey Sidibe (via seabois)
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