You Are Beautiful, Trust me.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away... ...
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Photo reblogged from Inside a Depressed Mind
Depression / Self Harm / Suicide / Advice blog
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Photo reblogged from The Last Nothing That Meant Something
Life sux byeA man’s chest is a girl’s comfort zone.
It is a warm feeling when a girl is leaning her head through a guy’s chest. It is not just about lust or anything. But, it is way to comfort herself. There’s a sense of security when you just feel the lovely curves in his chest. It’s like listening to his heartbeat and feeling her breath beneath your hair. You’ll talk about happy things and you can fall asleep. It’s one of the best yet simple moments that you can cherish with the person that you love so much.so is this gif and description tumblrs sick way of reminding me that I’m single?
^yes
yup^
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Post reblogged from I'm Really Competitive And I Collect Weave
i had no idea this site cost 1.1 billion i bet its because of my blog
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Photoset reblogged from Doctor Who Official on Tumblr
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Photoset reblogged from Doctor Who Official on Tumblr
I blew into this world on a leaf
I‘m still blowing
I don’t think I’ll ever land(Source: misteroswald)
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That’s the thing about cake…it demands to be eaten.
This is the most brilliant thing out of all things that are brilliant.
I ate the cake the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once…
My thoughts are like icing I can’t fathom into lettering…
It would be a pleasure to have my cake eaten by you, Hazel Grace.
It’s a metaphor, see. You put the cake between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to be tasty.
