priphea:

Spent the day picking wild flowers

(via withflowersinherhairxx)

Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.

Vodka thoughts #1 (via blossomfully)

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How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.

kmr (disastrous-heartache)

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dreadedgrape:

Purple sunflowers from my backyard. Yes there purple :)

(via youdumbitch)

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

I really needed to hear that right now. (via ladyduffney)

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  September 24, 2014 at 02:42pm
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fuckyeahtattoos:

to remind myself that i am worth it. i am so worth loving.

done by bill @ starlight tattoo in rochelle park, nj

(via satans-testicle)

I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.

..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.

“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”

I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..

..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

(via ironlungzzz)

I never knew I was addicted, until I tried to stop.

"addictions"  (via pure-ecstasyyy)

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profoundboner:

bpdlevi:

"you’re obsessed with your mental illness"

i know right? it’s almost like it impacts every part of my life

"it’s all in your head"

I know right? it’s almost like it’s a mental illness

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You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.

Junot Díaz (via psych-facts)

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