and then there was you.

The past is the past. You can't change it or erase it. All that matters is that you're here now.

July 29, 2014 at 3:01pm
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2:51pm
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Love is saying “I do” even when you feel like you don’t.

— T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via kvtes)

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2:49pm
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Reblogged from arcticvortex

And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.

— Wait But Why - How to Pick Your Life Partner (via creatingaquietmind)

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11:05am
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Reblogged from thebeachthing

99 problems, getting pregnant ain’t 1

— All the gays (via broken-self-reflection)

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July 28, 2014 at 12:07pm
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12:07pm
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Reblogged from extrasad

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

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deepwithinthedeadliestdarkness:

equalistsfuckshitup:

story time when i was 16 my mom and i were watching ellen and my mom says 

‘oh look my favorite lesbian!’

and i said ‘i thought i was your favorite lesbian?’

and she just stared at me for a moment and said 

‘oh ok. ‘

and we just continued watching 

and thats how i came out to my mother

Fucking A Star.

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July 27, 2014 at 7:57pm
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Reblogged from towritepoems
thatfunnyblog:

My girlfriend just got OWNED

thatfunnyblog:

My girlfriend just got OWNED

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7:55pm
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Reblogged from larmoyante

If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane.

— Andrea Gibson, Staircase (via larmoyante)

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4:56pm
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Reblogged from flyingwithoutwings21

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

— (via misslucy-rose)

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