f-aded-memories:

I’m so tired
"I get better but then that thing comes back and all goes bad again"(via f-aded-memories)

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breakinq:

vertical/personal
sintire:

 click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
faeirytale:
pornstarwars:

my street

crushly:

have someone every ask you whats your dream? and you light up inside and get really passion and after you tell them they put you down like oh i don’t think you can do that and though they might not say it exactly like that but that’s what they mean and sometimes its not even what they say its how they look at you…ugh it just hurts

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nichvlas:

It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.

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"

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

"
three questions | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

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tinychatting:

my talents include being able to sit on the toilet for 30 minutes being distracted by my phone

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My Wonderland[;
f-aded-memories:

I’m so tired
"I get better but then that thing comes back and all goes bad again"(via f-aded-memories)

4 notes

breakinq:

vertical/personal
sintire:

 click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
faeirytale:
pornstarwars:

my street

crushly:

have someone every ask you whats your dream? and you light up inside and get really passion and after you tell them they put you down like oh i don’t think you can do that and though they might not say it exactly like that but that’s what they mean and sometimes its not even what they say its how they look at you…ugh it just hurts

1,369 notes

nichvlas:

It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.

270,038 notes

"

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

"
three questions | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

242,720 notes

tinychatting:

my talents include being able to sit on the toilet for 30 minutes being distracted by my phone

472,883 notes