“All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.” — Iain S. Thomas  (via bruisinq)

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untexting:

i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one

(Source: greetings, via phobias)

“I’ve learned that people
are not boomerangs. Sometimes
they never come back.” — Kayla Hollatz, Maybe you’re why I don’t understand physics [a haiku]  (via whitenes-s)

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dignitea:

my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore

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drunkinyoga:

Honey, I’m on fire. I feel it everywhere. Nothing scares me anymore….

(via teavibes)

giraffepoliceforce:

If people are really going to assume that guys with long hair are gay and girls with short hair are lesbians then I am going to assume that all bald men are actually eagles.

(via e-cstasiy)

“You are designed to want something that will hurt you. And you cannot help wanting it. You cannot stop wanting it. It is in your design. And when you finally find it, this thing will burn you up. This thing will destroy you.” — Robopocalypse by Daniel H. Wilson (via quotemybooks)

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meliapond:

blainetabulous:

If you can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what you just said, we can’t be friends

why can’t we be friends why can’t we be frieeeendds

(via phobias)

liftedandgiftedd:

if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done

(via sunfl0werpetal)

“You blink with more passion than some people make love with.” — Lauren Zuniga (via memoriesrecollected)

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chaneltbh:

i’m just tired and sad and want to makeout with you

(via telapathetic)

“When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once.
I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away… but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove?
It’s no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound… Ohh… I know what it is.
This is… the sound of emptiness.” — Chica Umino (via words-of-emotion)