catieewebster:

roadxzombie:

milkshake1378:

chlorodream:

lady-of-redemption:

He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.

this is really, really important

Wow….perfect. The old paint…..

I haven’t seen this guys stuff for months but this still hits me as hard as ever

Always repost! I love this so much!!!

himynameispauline:

I hope you go home and admit you were wrong for the stress you put me through ///

himynameispauline:

I hope you go home and admit you were wrong for the stress you put me through ///

religiousmom:

do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song

Eeeheeeheee i wike bunny wabbits. :]

Eeeheeeheee i wike bunny wabbits. :]

ninihohoho:

hasadigabitches:

A moment of silence for all the girls who have their period on their wedding day

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I NEVER THOUHHT OF THAT

I. WANT.

I. WANT.

illurninate:

Kiss me like you wanna be loved..

illurninate:

Kiss me like you wanna be loved..

I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.

Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.

Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.
Unknown (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

Wow love this.