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wishmaker7:

birdghost:

irl-spain:

sentimentalslut:

people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways

'eat something'

'buckle up'

'get some sleep'

'here have my fries'

'Im gonna draw you something'

'yeah i'll buy it for you'

You know you’re close friends when they laugh at your misery:

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problackgirl:

we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.

thew0lfqueen:

Don’t date someone you wouldn’t own a dog with

tessagratton:

EVERY BOOK I EVER LOVED, THE END.

tessagratton:

EVERY BOOK I EVER LOVED, THE END.

livebloggingmydescentintomadness:

cknd:

I spend so much time alone that if I was ever falsely accused for a crime I would never have an alibi

Officer, my internet history will prove I was reading gay porn at the time of the murder

honeyyvanille:

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

Хората с разбитите сърца
и празните души,
с извадените органи
и замръзналите пръсти,
с напуканите устни
и почернели вени,
ще ти кажат да се прибереш
сама.

Ще те лъжат
или ще ти крещят
осиновена истина
и твоите замръзнали криле,
които криеш под юргана,
ще останат все така студени;
и малките ти ходила,
които свиват леко пръсти,
ще се крият в стари чехли;
и нежните ръце,
дори и да са груби,
ще останат без подслон.
Защото ще ги слушаш,
и хората с пречупени нозе
и режещи лица,
те ще шепнат свои истини
по вятъра към теб.

И ти,
понеже си си ти,
ще ги слушаш
и ще им повярваш.

Няма тук любов.

Ще отрежеш замръзналите си криле,
и без това те бавят;
ще запалиш стария юрган
на някоя изпусната гара;
ще забравиш малките си ходила
някъде, на някоя седалка…

А аз ще съм там
и ще протягам пръсти,
и ще те чакам, теб
и твоите нежни ръце,
дори и да са груби.

Хората с разбитите сърца
и празните души
са причината
да чакам цял живот.

Да чакам теб.

if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you