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@finallyforqotten

i know we’re over. i know that the day will come when your face will fade from my memory, your fingers will stop touching my hips, and your lips will lift off of my neck and i will forget i ever wanted you to be mine. i know i will lock your secrets away deep inside of me and i know that one day, i’ll move on far enough to forget the color of your eyes and the way they burned into me. i know we’re over, but i can’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like to love you. if you would’ve let me. if you would’ve chosen me over her. if you could’ve understood that i prefer your face over the sunset any day. i imagine becoming so familiar with the electricity of your fingertips that they become the current of my own skin. i imagine getting used to loving you so much, and not just in the beginning. i imagine me wearing your sweaters and never having to remember the smell of your cologne because it’d always stick to my skin like a fresh memory. i imagine long car rides and midday naps and trips to the beach and your body tangled in my sheets. but i have to stop because i know we’re over, i know you chose her and there’s nothing i can do to change your mind or show you how it all could’ve been so different. it makes me sick to my stomach thinking of her body in your arms and her sitting in the passenger seat of your car, and i feel your hand on her thigh like a gunshot wound. because goodness, i know we’re over, but i never wanted to be.
and yes, i want to scream at you, and cry to you, and crumble into your arms and let you know that i was falling for you, the whole time, from the beginning right to the shitty end, there wasn’t a moment you weren’t on my mind. but you chose her. and even if i didn’t want things to turn out this way,i know i have to accept it. and from the bottom of my heart, although you hurt me, i hope you turn out okay. i hope your head becomes a kinder place and i hope you move away and do all the things you want to do and fall in love with all the right people. and i hope the same for myself. because i know that even though we’re over, life is just beginning.

—even though we’re over, life is just beginning. ap 6.19

Night in the Museum: here’s a spooky mummy!! oooh!

10 y/o me: haha he’s ugly watch

Night in the Museum: [ mummy unmasks himself to reveal a twenty-something year old Rami Malek ]

10 y/o me: 

great post but this reads exactly like the cereal guy meme

you broke me

“Not being allowed to touch him is complete torture. I’d rather just kiss him than have to pretend I don’t want him. I’ve been fidgeting all day; I can’t stop tapping my fingers. It feels like I want to scratch at my skin when he’s not around. I’m coming down from a high; that’s exactly what it feels like. He is a drug I’ve become addicted to and it hurts that I can’t be with him. The only thing that satiates the craving is his laugh, his smile and his words. God, it’s so hard not to be with him.”

— Addiction / Unrequited Love

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robotmango

me, crouched down in front of my tomato plants, examining a pattern of insect bites on their lower leaves: i’m going to fucking kill whoever did this. i’m going to kill them for you. don’t worry, babies. I’m going to murder every single son of a bitch who ever got a mouthful of you. they’ll die screaming

my neighbor, who i did not realize was also outside, standing behind the fence: oh! okay. you’re talking to the plants. okay.

“1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself. 2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around. 3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory. 4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly. 5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so. 6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up. 7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen. 8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you. 9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you. 10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.”

Reblog or he gonna “Beat cho ass too” 😂😭

“Let’s go, Let’s get this shit!!!” 😂

Lmaoo fucking EVERYBODY up!

“You gon get yo ass beat, and you gon get ass beat, everybody gon get they ass beat!”

Oh shit lmao

The video. The gif. The post. I’m dead. 😩💀

Lmao he is really confident

his hands rated E for everybody