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riahhenderson:

You cannot…. To sad girls👌 on We Heart It.

newerleaf:

I just want someone to be there for me and say “I’m will always be here for you and I’m never going anywhere.”
I want a rock. Someone I can go crying to. Someone who will defend me. Someone who will make me feel loved through thick and thin.

If only you could see yourself the way I do… Round eyes filled with joy, half awake, half on dreams. Thick mouth opened with pearls: a sarcastic smile for when you’re joking, and a heart-honest monument when you’re loving. Hazelnut nose, soft paper skin, little ashes on your face and no trace of bitterness on your forehead. Oh, how dramatically hard it is to look at you and not to kiss every golden inch of your perfect being.
Maria T.  (via lettersandshells)

#mcm @thenotoriousj_a_k_e (:

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.


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WHO WROTE THIS ABOUT NICK.

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coldsweatsandsneakers:

So today a little girl came into the library where I work in an Elsa costume and she looked just like Elsa and my boss made the mistake of walking up to her and saying “well hello, princess, how are you?” and the little girl just says “Excuse me, I am a queen” and walks away

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littlefuckinglesbian:

I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.

Wow.

just wow….

The real question is who in that room would still catch you.

woah. this was already intense, but that last comment hit hard.


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jaclcfrost:

awesomeartist15:

jaclcfrost:

if someone ever makes me the godparent of their child i’m going to make sure their child grows up referring to me as their fairy godparent and believing that i am their fairy godparent

Will you wear a pointy crown and have a star wand and little fairy wings too?

no of course not don’t be ridiculous

i will have huge fairy wings


i would be troublea mix for explicit, grungy, lesbian centric girl gangs

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internetexplorers:

unbuttoning your pants after a huge meal

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