Pago Pago | Photographer
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psych-facts
You cannot solve a problem with the same mind that created it.
Albert Einstein (via psych-facts)
I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
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I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
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onenine-edits
Mean Girls lock-screens / home-screens
(open each image for a better resolution)
reblog / like if using
requests are always open!
wordsnquotes
dor
(noun) An untranslatable Romanian word, dor is described as the emotional pain one feels when they are separated from the person they love. (via devilishgoddess)
Romanians are unique
(via beni-white)
Iubește românește
(via otipacu)
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I had a dream about you today and my heart was fluttering and I felt the familiar warmth and comfort around my body again as you kissed and held me but when I woke up I remembered that you didn’t want me anymore and I was just a faded memory, a blurry image, some girl you used to give the world to.
I should just sleep forever to keep dreaming of us together (via 2ndsong)
Source: 2ndsong
Honestly I’m such a catch and if you don’t have at least a little crush on me its ur loss
Anonymous asked:
Ur blogs not even funny bruh
i’m looking around for a fuck to give but i can’t find any!
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Source: landscape-photo-graphy
Make no mistake;
I’m no saintly woman,
scratching scars
into the soft places
of my skin,
and carving my pain
into paper,
begging the world
to read it.
I don’t believe
anyone is coming to save me.
It’s fine;
I guess half of this journey
is falling.
Schuyler Peck, Eve’s Grief (via schuylerpeck)
another language
When I was in 4th grade or so, I told my friend I spoke another language because I dont know why, I was like 9 sue me. But I told her I knew the curse words and made up these words. I only remember uckafluff as the f word though, but I made one for each that I knew.
Anyways word had gotten around on the playground and everyone was saying these made up words in weird accents. The recess monitors questioned people and no one knew who started it except my friend and I and she was obviously no snitch. I let a week go by as everyone cursed in my made up language. Finally I got annoyed everyone saying it at recess so after some kid that acted like a dinosaur said mother uckafluff, I told my friend it was made up and everyone was an idiot for believing it. I was petty even as a child.
She was mad but we made up quickly as we laughed at the young gullible school children who thought they were cussing in another language.
I built my walls too high, too strong. And now I’m trapped in my bubble of melancholy and solitude, in this labyrinth of hell. I built my walls too high, and too strong and there seems to be no way out.
nostalgic—-love (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers