Does anybody ever lay in bed late at night thinking about him/her and ever wonder what they're doing at that exact moment? Even if it's something as simple as cooking, sleeping, laughing. Whatever it is, you lay there and wonder about it and it's making your heart beat faster than usual. And that's because it doesn't matter what they are doing, but you still wish you were with them doing those small things, because that's what it's all about.
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Source: hplyrikz.com
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“white girl trying to remember the day she was born”
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Everyday
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Aries - After a Break Up
Source: astrology-zone
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Source: fuckeverythingandsociety
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The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.
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We are not who you think we are.
read this. over and over.
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Aries Stereotype - Can never chill out
so true😂
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Mercury in Aries Crying
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Venus in Aries Post
want this so much.
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Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
(via bl-ossomed)
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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
(via bl-ossomed)
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if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while (via bl-ossomed)
woah..
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You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that’s who he was, not who he is.
(via turntprincess)
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