charlesoberonn:

warmerthansun:

hippiee:

if someone makes you happy, make them happier

This mindset will make you the kindest you can be

“You’ve made me the happiest I could be.”

“Is that a fucking challenge?”

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wub3:

tumblr stop showing me miley cyrus @staff bitch

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sleepyclover:

people are allowed to leave you.
people are allowed to break up with you.
people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you.
people are allowed to not want to talk to you.
people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you.
people are allowed to move on from you.
people are allowed to fall in love with someone else.
people are allowed to not want you in their life.
people are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love.
don’t be bitter towards someone who is only trying to be happy.

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bee-wlw:

girls are okay i guess

april fools!!! they’re ethereal goddesses!! every one of them!!

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thexfiles:

i love women. in the feminist way and in the gay way. happy international women’s day

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As long as I can remember, I’ve felt homesick for somewhere I’d never been.

I never felt like I belonged anywhere.

I could be curled up, cozy as can be, wrapped in blankets drinking my favorite drinks and eating my favorite foods, and I would just feel empty inside.

Except it’s different than just being empty. It’s emptiness with a longing.. an eternal, miserable longing to be filled.

And then one day, we happened into each other’s lives, and it was wild.

Sometimes we didn’t talk for days…

Sometimes we talked all night.

But whenever the big stuff happened, we were always there for each other.

When I was with you, I finally knew what it felt like to belong. To be home. To be full. For the first time in years I felt every good thing.

And then, it was just over. You didn’t tell me that you loved me anymore. And that was hard when I was already having a tough time.

We broke up.

And now we don’t even talk. And I know it’s my fault we don’t talk anymore. I know that I’m the one that did this but I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t stand what we’d become.

I felt homesick again. Except now I knew exactly what it was I was missing.

And I tried to talk myself off the ledge of paranoid thought. I tried so hard and for so long.

But I just couldn’t do it anymore.

You’ve always said you’re hard to be friends with.

I guess that makes two of us.