Imperfect Beauty.
The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
Tegan Quin  (via l-eer)
It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.
(via takewalk-withme)

Love.

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda (via kushandwizdom)
seventhheavenx:

Please
sharleex3:

love

sharleex3:

love

pubicles:

Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am

Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
(via whatalovelythought)
People have such high expectations of me.

xjustineeeee:

I’m expected to be the perfect daughter. The perfect student. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect person. But you know what? I can’t take it anymore. I can’t handle the pressure. I can’t handle the criticism. I can’t handle the constant feeling of being a disappointment in everyone’s eyes no matter what I do. I can never please anyone and that sucks

covered-with-mist:

http://covered-with-mist.tumblr.com/

sharleex3:

itsbriannasworld:

59oz:

jesusbruhh:

You can’t see it but he was in tears when he was free styling. I can relate to what every word he says and it’s just coming out straight from the heart of what he still feels.

FUCK FUCK

Holy shit

will forever reblog this is absolutely perfect.