If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.
I promised myself a while ago that I WON’T do that if I ever see you again.
I lie there and wait, and remind myself over and over that it doesn’t last forever. That there will be another day and after that, yet another day. One of those days, I’ll get up and eat breakfast and feel okay.
Now that I’m looking at myself, I realize just how pathetic I am for building my life around you. Maybe I really do deserve to be burned, along with all those bridges I’ve desperately made for you.
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
Omg yes
It is not appropriate to turn your car around and drive back to the woman you saw walking down the street to say, “oh, I HAD to come back for you, bae.” This is a highly uncomfortable and often triggering circumstance. Please stop bothering us with your unwarranted creep sh*t.
Thank you,
Management
Dear women,
Stop assuming that all men will do something stupid like this.
H.R
Yes, please invalidate a widely shared experience by saying something stupid. That is absolutely the solution!
Quand un enfant me vouvoie
Puis qu’il m’appelle “madame”
Tellement énervant. J'ai même pas 30 ans encore…
Check out these amazing fan posters for Stranger Things! I’m saving all the great ones by amazingly talented artists on tumblr including the great Glen Brogan and Matt Ferguson. I would buy prints of any one of these! HINT HINT!
Every road, that’s wrong
Seems like the road, I’m on
Every sign just seems unclear
Won’t you come switch me on
Don’t know where I’ve gone
And I, I wish I was here
Coldplay & Cat Power Soundtrack Wish I Was Here
No matter how old I get, I don’t think I’ll ever stop going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves
J'espère tellement!
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
Never gone. I can assure you
(via eternal-cowboy)
Fuck this shit it’s been two years now. Move on ostie. #someoneereasemymemoriesnow
… As if I was suppose to be somewhere else entirely. #bringmetomyhappyplace
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These lyrics are just otherworldly. As for any other Death Cab or Postal Service songs. They just flow so perfectly and add up and make so much sense. Agh. I can’t take it.
