Sunday, September 21, 2014
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you. Anson (via theperkofbeinginfinite)

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Monday, August 18, 2014
mothforlife:

himikai:

ultrafacts:

Ultrafacts Source

My mom used to think I was crazy when I snatch the remote and turn it down from 26 to 25.

if you leave the volume on a 3 or a 7 I probably hate you

mothforlife:

himikai:

ultrafacts:

Ultrafacts Source

My mom used to think I was crazy when I snatch the remote and turn it down from 26 to 25.

if you leave the volume on a 3 or a 7 I probably hate you

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Saturday, August 16, 2014
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. (via blvckchlorophyll)

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did. Robin Williams, Jack (1996)

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Monday, July 28, 2014
I did a thing ! Two years later,  I finally did a thing! *flees*

I did a thing ! Two years later, I finally did a thing! *flees*

Thursday, July 24, 2014

theletterwsarseflap:

my-endless-eternity:

seyiku:

Also

MY LIFE

Second to last one for me.

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Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all. Ray Bradbury. (via ac-z)

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014
ezpkns:

planetfucker:

them British army combat shorts

I want combat shorts :(

I thought of combat shorts driving home today because I was hot as Fuck..But we would still have to wear the itchy, hot wool socks

ezpkns:

planetfucker:

them British army combat shorts

I want combat shorts :(

I thought of combat shorts driving home today because I was hot as Fuck..
But we would still have to wear the itchy, hot wool socks

Monday, July 21, 2014
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via ihearmelodies)

Wow

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