If they don’t like you who the fuck cares. - (via senyahearts)

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When you stop chasing, they start noticing. - Unknown  (via nakedvibe)

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  • ha-ze:

    do you ever think about what you have to do tomorrow and then you kinda just want to fall off the earth

  • Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

    - Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time  (via therealblackmarket)

    (Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

    Sometimes, I forget that I am young. I forget that I have only been blessed with a quarter of a century. I forget that mistakes are part of trying. I forget that fear is motivation, not food for anxiety. I forget that friendship takes kindness, and openness. I need to forget those who have made me less kind and less open. I forget the way a first kiss feels. I forget to smile sometimes. I forget what it’s like to be wooed, except by myself. I forget that it’s better to woo yourself than to expect others to do it for you. I forget how to give a genuine hug to someone other than my mother and my father. Because I’m fearful others won’t return it. I forget the sound of my first boyfriend’s voice. I forget to eat well. I forget to make eye contact, retail has killed a friendlier version of myself. I forget not to stand tall and act like I don’t care, because of how I was approached when I cared. I forget that kindness and courage can go hand in hand. I forget who I was when I was 19. I forget what it looks like when someone wants to be your friend. I forget because I remember that no one can change my life, only I can. I remember these wonderful women who have looked me in the eye, and told me good, and kind words. Strong words. I forget that each day is a blessing. That each day is what I make it. That each day belongs to me and me alone. I forget. I’m going to forget forgetting and start remembering. - That Kind Of Woman  (via seulray)
    assigning:

narcotic:

im-a-daydream-away:

hi bby i wrote this for you. It makes our friendship sound pretty hetero for two fags 

oh my god

this is too relatable
  • hybridthry:

    wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

  • lets-just-eat:

Cookie Dough Ice Cream Sandwiches