sarcasticle:

houseofvogue:

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alaea:

Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.

^ perfection

DHEJEJKEPW

beyond perfection omg i want this
myxdistortedxreality:

whisper-of-silence:

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Depression/Advice Blog *TRIGGER WARNING*
purfuct:


daniellaanicolee:

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inthepink:

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skeletuns:

pal-ass:

guccih:

the most perfect post on tumblr

this made me cry actually

oh god it is

What book is this! Someone please tell me I need new books to read


How perfect

What is that book?!

omg its 10 thngs we did (and probably shouldnt have) 

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

-(via forlovers)

Reblog this if you’ve ever felt sad. If you’ve ever received a message that made you break down. If you’ve ever listened to a song that made you break down. If you’ve ever cried yourself to sleep. If you’ve ever been ignored by the person you love. If you’ve watched the person you love, love someone else. If you’ve ever harmed yourself, thrown up your meal, or starved yourself. If you’ve ever looked in the mirror and hated what you saw. If you’ve lost all hope. If you’ve attempted to kill yourself. Reblog this if you’ve felt so alone and cold. Reblog this if you’ve ever thought you were worthless, disgusting, pathetic. I will send a message to every single person who reblogs this. No matter how many notes this gets. Because you are not alone. You are loved and people do care about you. So reblog this, you’ll get your message. I promise you.
tanbarbie:

This describes teenagers everywhere. You put up with so much throughout the day and as soon as that door closes you just break down.
equalizar-me:

trippin—daisies:

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