I think I’ll miss you forever.
(via versagermit–stil)
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eastcoastlesbianeh
i just want her to be happy
but I wanted her to be happy with me
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I’d rather rip my heart out than hear you call her ‘beautiful’ with the same smile you gave to me.
(via rewelcomed)
him
(via suicidalify)
animasilente
.:.
melisica
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Please don’t prove me right, not about this, not about you.
(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
Source: wnq-writers
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I needed myself at a time when I thought I needed you.
(via happyneez)
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Anonymous asked:
Why don't you use capital letters?
the kids on tumblr are more receptive to text posts that lack proper capitalization and I am a businessman
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Source: brightindie
IF U DO NOT LIKE ME: 1. Me neither 2. I don’t care
baeofcolor-deactivated20161225
If your partner is mad at you because you fucked up, own it. Recognize your mistake, apologize and keep going. Don’t be a fucking martyr and say: “you deserve better”, “I always fuck up”, “maybe this isn’t really working” Nah man. It is one mistake. But fucking apologize and don’t do it again.
mirame-a-los-ojos-conchetumare
Right in the heart
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I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to sleep in crappy motels. I want to sing along to happy songs while driving. I want to watch the sun rise in a different city every morning. I want to take pictures of new places. I just want to go.
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racheldotgov-deactivated2016123
i personally love to over analyze everything and suffer
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Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.