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fleuraei:

gaelaxy:

This is my first piece of writing so I hope it’s ok // don’t remove the text or link if you reblog

*insert applause here* 

HAHAHHA ELLIE ILY but the notes rn wow

 this

cumslayer:

cumslayer:

So I went on a date today and we went to a nice restaurant before going to the movies and I ordered the “iced grape popsicles” for dessert because I love grape Popsicles so why not right?…..so the waiter brings out the “iced grape popsicles” aND THEY WERE LITERALLY 3 FROZEN GRAPES ON STICKS…..I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE OFFENDED IN MY LIFE…SINCE WHEN ARE 3 FUCKING FROZEN GRAPES IN A FUCKING VASE AN ACCEPTABLE SINGLE DESSERT ORDER..ITS NOT EVEN FROZEN GRAPE JUICE OR SOMETHING ITS LITERALLY JUST A 0.02$ GRAPE THAT WAS PUT ON A STICK THEN FROZEN…LIKE SOMEONE ACTUALLY WROTE THIS DOWN ON THE MENU THINKING “OH YEAH PEOPLE FUCKING LOVE COLD GRAPES” AND SOME OTHER ASSHAT SAID “BRAH. HEAR ME OUT, HOW ABOUT WE PUT THEM ON STICKS AND SERVE THEM IN A VASE WITH NOTHING ELSE” LIKE YOU COULDNT EVEN SERVE IT WITH A FUCKING SECOND FRUIT OR EVEN FUCKING LEAVES OR WHATEVER… IM SO MAD. FUCKING FROZEN GRAPES ON A STICK.

AND THEY WERENT EVEN SEEDLESS GRAPES…..

humancum:

Talking on Skype:

5% = Hi, how are you?

95% = Can you hear me?

thoughtsofajoshua:

I wish you were here,
to tell me I’m loved,
to tell me that someone cares,
to tell me that it will all be okay.

But you’re not.
I’m not.
Nobody does.
And it won’t.

datpalebitch:

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"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."

- Lisa Kleypas (via kushandwizdom)

"

Strangers love what I write about you even when you’re too busy to love me.

I miss you so much when you’re not here, everything hurts, from my bones to my fingertips. I should hate you for making me ache like this but I don’t.

I love you too much to hate you but that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. I can feel the tears welling up but I’m too exhausted to cry.

I’m too exhausted to keep waiting up for you at night. I know I said I’d keep the light on outside but baby, it can’t burn forever.

You seem to think we’ve got forever.

I know you’re only 22 but what about when you’re 30 & I’m married to the man who knew even though I was barely 21, I was worth holding onto?..

It’s always been you & it always will be, but I’m growing tired of writing poems about what we could be.

"

- I’m running out of pretty ways to say that I need you to need me back. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

1hey:

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer

I make the most of all the sadness
you’ll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
but you leave me feeling dirty
cause you can’t understand

(Source: julie-coolie)