"I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

"

(via bl-ossomed) this hit me so hard, idk how to feel rn (via fuckingwh0reible)

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braingremlin:

when you love a song but you listened to it a lot during a really bad time in your life so it reminds you of bad times

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unclefather:

when U leave the barber shop with that clean cut 

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"We only write about two feelings: one is the first day of summer when you and all of your friends are standing on the edge of a cliff watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. The other is when you’re walking alone in the rain and realize you will be alone forever."

The Drums  (via thenocturnals)

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nointerrruption:

nointerrruption:

how come your lips dont touch when you say touch but they touch when you say separate 

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five-head:

Steal his look: Fred the Fish

Gucci Leather straight-leg pant-$2,300

Hermes Collier de Chien leather belt-$2,325

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naomicampbelle:

when your parents try to give you fashion adviceimage

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theheathencamilleion:

choclateymoose:

u better watch ur fucking skeletone


Fuckboi

theheathencamilleion:

choclateymoose:

u better watch ur fucking skeletone

Fuckboi

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vaginalsalsa:

me

vaginalsalsa:

me

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omgtsn:

highnoonhex:

mistahgrundy:

kat-reverie:

omgtsn:

a masterpost

fUVK HSDGUJWKEG i love this

SPOOPY BUS

This is actually pissing me off. It has begun to ruin halloween for me knowing people don’t spell check. Things are massed produced in factories and sent out for sale to the public spelt spoopy, doo, and creppy. Like what the actual fuck. My computer even automatically changes spoopy to spooky. I mean, come on. The best holiday season and businesses don’t even care enough about it to spell check the items they’re gonna sell. Fuck this shit.

come on buddy wheres your smngfiehp cheer

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