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Thank you guys SO MUCH! SO MANY OF YOU! All 500 and something of you beautiful human beings who are obviously lost and are probably wondering why you ever subscribed to my site, thank you so much for reading this culmination of my boredom and desire to hoard as many things as I can that I love. You all are so awesome and I legitimately never thought I would ever have this many subscribers let alone people read this site. And even though that the readership has gone down some in recent months I want you all to know that as long as I am bored I will continue posting on this site. (And I live in arguably the most boring place I've ever been to so it's a fairly safe bet that I will continue posting on here for a long time)
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| I used to constantly look for people to replace you. Someone to talk to everyday, someone to trust, someone to believe in, someone to love, someone to have the time of my life with. I stopped though. I learned some people really can't be replaced.
I know it may sound cheesy and I know it may sound cliché, but you're the first person that has taught me to miss someone. You've taught me to miss a person from the heart, not the mind.
You had me. For the millionth time, you had me. I know I said I would never come back, I said I'd never do this again. But here I am, laying in your bed and I can't remember a thing I've ever said.
No one is ever going to fess up that they miss you. Until he sees you with someone else. Then he will because then he just realized how good you were to him.
At least I expected the disappointment, right? I mean, I can't say I was surprised you hurt me once again. But I can't say it hurt any less, either.
We all have that person. The person you loved before anyone else. The person you loved before you knew enough to be scared of what you were feeling. If you’re really, really lucky, they’re the only person you ever love. But if you’re like most of us, they’re the one that you can never quite get out of your heart.
 
I adore how Avengers are bringing all the fandoms together. it’s like
fandoms... assemble
 
I understand the impulse. The impulse to want to put out your hand and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch, even if it's wrong. The point is, you can't control these feelings. Even if they're wrong, they're still there.
 
Harsh words hurt you, but silence breaks your heart.
That’s why love is madness. It’s too easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.
To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back.
 
I hope tonight, when you're holding her, you remember what it felt like to have your arms around my waist each night. I hope when you kiss her in the morning, you remember how it felt to see my face when you woke up. I hope when you see her, you picture me and I hope it hurts like hell.
 
Everyone tells me I should forget about you, you don’t deserve me.
They’re right, you don’t deserve me, but I deserve you.
 
There will come a time in your life when you become absolutely infatuated with a single soul. For this person, you’d do anything for and not think twice about it, but when asked why, you have no answer. You’ll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you’ll never find out. And no matter how badly it hurts or how badly you hate it, you’ll love this person for the rest of your life without regret.
He had made a mistake. He pushed her away when she needed him and he needed her the most, replaced her with someone who didn't come close. Now he's got to live with the fact that there ain't no way she's coming back.
Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I just think of the old times. The way we used to sprint upstairs as soon as the house was empty and just kiss in my bed, my skin against yours. The afternoons when we'd roll around tickling each other and squealing with laughter. And sometimes, the only way I can fall asleep is to go back to the times when we'd lay face to face, my head on your chest and we'd fall asleep together.
I’ve never fallen so hard for someone in such a short period of time. And even though I promised myself I wouldn't risk the chance of getting hurt again, for some reason, when I’m with you, it all seems worth it.
She’s the girl that has a few best friends and doesn’t need any more, the girl that laughs the hardest at her own jokes. She’s the girl that will hang up on you, but then call you right back and say sorry. She’s the girl who will never leave your side when you need her, the girl who will go out of her way to cheer you up. She’s the girl who never sleeps without her teddy bear by her side, she’s the girl who says she isn’t ticklish, but really is. She’s the girl who will not give up on you if she really believes in you. She’s the girl who believes in loving somebody forever.
 
Heartbreak is one of those things that is impossible to define and terribly hard to describe. It's a 'you know it when you feel' sort of sensation. It's the pain you experience that I can only equate to being roundhouse kicked to the head, chest, stomach, and knees all at the same precise moment. It's what you are feeling when you've run out of tears, but you just can't stop crying, so you are reduced to a curled up ball of silent, painful, dry sobs. It's a period of time in which you utilize the phrase “I'm fine, just fine,” and you put on a fake smile to pretend you are this strong girl, when really, dropping your pen makes you want to start crying again. It's a mindset in which you want with all of what happens to be left of your heart to hate him, but you can't, because you are down right confident that you 'love' him. It's when you listen to those sad songs even when you know they won't make you feel better. It's when it hurts to exist.
These other guys are sweet, and they treat me right, but none of them give me the feelings I got around you. But I guess I've come to accept second best, because that’s all anyone's been since I met you.
Don't hold your breath. I'm not losing sleep over you.
 
Never ignore a person that loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up and realize that they are the only you have left to love.
I look back and I'm far from the girl I used to be, don't care what anyone says, I'm gonna take pride in that.
So let me think about wording, is it too soon to say perfect?
“I try to get them to write ‘Sir Benedict’ on it. Occasionally they oblige.”
— Benedict Cumberbatch,about his polystyrene cup of coffee.
 
When you truly care for someone, their mistakes never change our feelings because it's the mind that gets angry, but the heart still cares.
 
I don't know how much longer I can take this. You run through my mind like there's no tomorrow, I don't know when there's a second when I'm not thinking about you. it's like your haunting me or something and the worst part is you're not even mine.
 
We talk like we know what's going on, but we don't. We don't know anything. We're young and we're going to screw up a lot. We're going to keep changing our minds, and sometimes our hearts. And through all of that, the only real thing we can offer each other is forgiveness.
I FUCKING LOVE FANDOM
I’M HAPPY TO BE A PART OF IT
I’M FUCKING EXCITED TO WAKE UP EVERY MORNING AND THINK ‘HOLY SWEET JESUS HERE IS A COMMUNITY OF PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND MY OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES AND HAVE THE SAME FIXATION OH MARY MOTHER OF GOD THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH AN ENVIRONMENT THAT FOSTERS MY CREATIVITY AND DEVELOPMENT’
 
there was a girl i used to know but i haven’t seen her in awhile. she was beautiful, smart, confident, free spirited. she could turn an uneasy silence into a conversation. she could make you smile just like that, and she could even make you cry just like that. she felt like she could change the world, paint it different colors. she could conquer anything. she believed in fairy tale's, dreams, and love. until that day when he took his love away. her smile faded and turned to tears. and now that the tears have run dry she feels empty, lonely, even though she’s not alone. her pride has faded. her hope seems lost. she doubts herself, no longer feels worth or beautiful. now the silence is her own. her eyes have dulled. her laugh is forever changed. the colors she tries to paint are now dried up and grey. her dreams have disappeared. her fairytale is just a memory that’s long gone all because he took his love away. i miss that girl. i wonder if she’ll ever be the same.
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already. We have the power to imagine better.
( JK Rowling )
They all joke around saying were gonna end up married someday. Were best friends, thats it. You know everything about me. But somehow I cant help but hope maybe they're right. Maybe we really are perfect for each other and just dont know it yet.
You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is, right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So i guess we're just fucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love, and that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.
He scratched your eyes, your pretty eyes with a handful of rusty nails. And then he pushed you into a ditch, with the slugs and the snails. I'm so angry she's not angry every second of every hour. She shuts the door and slides the latch in, tries to wash him off in the shower. Take her back in time to the place before it happened.
I'm desperate to know how you are. I hope you're deep asleep. I've been awake for days, trying to study every inch of your body in this picture, from a distant day, when I could safely say nothing in this world could tear me down in any way. But like a dream, you disappeared... without a sound, without a trace. Sleep well, darling. Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight. And maybe you found someone who will love you right.
There ought to be a place to go when you don't feel like yourself and you don't want to be alone when you can't sleep or you're tired of getting drunk and the grass doesn't work for you anymore.
You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
All of you people, there is a big world out there... bigger than prom, bigger than high school and it won't matter if you were the prom queen, the quarterback of the football team, or the biggest nerd in school. Find out who you are and try not to be afraid of it.
All the years we spent together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen him and that he had chosen me as well.
“Leaving any bookstore is hard, especially on a day in August, when the street outside burns and glares, and the books inside are cool and crisp to the touch; especially on a day in January, when the wind is blowing, the ice is treacherous, and the books inside seem to gather together in colorful warmth. It’s hard to leave a bookstore any day of the year, though, because a bookstore is one of the few places where all the cantankerous, conflicting, alluring voices of the world co-exist in peace and order and the avid reader is as free as a person can possibly be, because she is free to choose among them.”
— Jane Smiley
 
Person: what's your biggest fear?
Me: season finales
We laughed in the living room, where we forgot to live. And that night, we drank ourselves to sleep. I asked why and you said, "Life's not so bad when it's all a blur and nothing really matters."
So they’d lock themselves in the car and get lost in each other’s eyes. They sang along with the radio. He’d whisper in her ear and she’d laugh at his jokes, even if they were pointless. He’d grab her hand and not let go. He had no idea how happy it made her. She’d rest her head on his should, close her eyes, listening to their song as he kissed her forehead. She memorized the touch of his lips. She didn’t want to leave anytime soon, and he’d give her his jacket when she was cold. It’d be 3 in the morning, but they would still be tangled up in each other. She knew he was something special; it was different how he moved her. Because when he told her, “goodnight”, it felt like “hello”.
And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed him, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of a jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn't feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us.
It was... odd. His brown eyes met with my blue ones, and we didn't look away. For a moment, caught in this awkward staring glance-like thing, and then he did the most perfect thing: when he looked away, he smiled.
Me: My OTP is the best thing that's ever happened to me
Me: My OTP is the worst thing that has ever happened to me I will drown in these tears did you see the way they looked at each other I think I'm having a panic attack I can't breathe my heart is not supposed to feel like this omg I think I am dying
me: *goes to see avengers*
me: That film
me: I liked it
me: *throws wallet at ticket vendor*
me: ANOTHER!
 
 
All I know is that you make me happier than I thought I could ever be, and if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same.
( Friends )
And I wonder when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you've got to promise not to stop when I say when.
( Everlong; The Foo Fighters )
I smile because when I cry, it doesn’t help. When I cry all it does is make people ask me if I'm okay. I would love nothing more than to punch these people. I'm sitting here, crying, but yes, I'm perfectly happy. I mean, come on. Give me a break. Obviously I’m not fine.
You're an asshole. But I think I'm getting used to you. I like that fact that you talk incessantly. I got a thing for assholes who tell good stories. I think that drinking is the only think you can do right. You're gonna self-destruct. I think that's what I like.
He kissed me. Really put his arms around me and kissed me. It went through my body like he had flipped some electrical switch and lit me up. His skin was so warm, and he was suddenly so beautiful, and I thought, "oh, this is what all the hype is about."
I could go on and on about how big of a jerk you are and how much I hate you. But at the end of the day when my head hits the pillow, you can bet your last dime that I'll still thank God that you're in my life.
I hope you know that you were once the most important person in my life for a very long time. You were the guy I thought about while listening to all those songs, the one guy who made me actually look forward to waking up in the morning, you were the guy who could make or break me, who had my heart, but never bothered to do anything about it.
Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters. And they matter because I can see them. And if I can see them, then they can see me. And I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is. And with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.
You don't know how hard it is every day for me. You come up and you give me a hug and lift me off my feet... and then you go back and stand by your girlfriend. My best friend. And you have no idea that I'm in love with you.
Do you know what scares me? When a person can say "Fuck it! I don't care." and really, truly mean it. When they can feel that anger surging through them, from their feet to the ends of their hair. It shouldn't be like that. It should never come to that. There should be... safety nets. Friends, family, something... anything to catch them so they don't reach that nasty, unforgiving bottom. Once they're down there, there is almost no returning. Not completely anyways. That past will always follow them. It will forever be a shadow no matter if they have moved on from it or not. No matter if they pick up all the pieces, throw them out and start over. It is always there. This scares me.
She's one of those girls who doesn't know what she's doing, but she wants to know everything will be worth it one day. She isn't amazing at one thing, she's just good at a lot of things, and that's all she'll ever be. She wishes she could be different, but she still lives her life to the fullest anyway. All she truly needs is love to keep her sane. She looks at her world like it's a book, with pages being read everyday. She's her own worst enemy and hardest critic. She knows she has flaws and tries to accept them, even though she knows she never fully will. More than anything though, she just wants to make a difference one day, and she wants someone to remember her name.
It’s just one of those days when everything is completely wrong, and yet you don’t even know why you’re so depressed. And it’s one of those days when you wish that everyone would just leave you alone and go away. Yeah, it’s one of those days when all you need is to be left alone. Yet, at the same time you wish someone out there would care.
I can't stop crying. I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying. It's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them. I thought by meeting this new guy, talking to this guy on the phone all night, and looking forward to seeing his face everyday, it would make me stop wanting you. That wasn't the case at all; instead, when I talk to this guy, or when I look at this guy, all I want in the world is for it to be you.
 
A fight was all she needed to give her reason, she slammed the door with no goodbye and knew that it was time. now she's driving too fast, she didn't care to glance behind. through her tears she laughed, it's time to kiss the past goodbye. I'm finally on my own, don't try to tell me no. there's so much more for me, just watch what I will be.
i know it's been a long time. you've lost that look in your eye. the one that told me everything was fine without a word. but now we're standing face to face, with nothing left to say but goodbye to yesterday. i don't know if i can make it. i don't know if i'm that strong. i don't know where we went wrong but somehow it's over. in my mind i see you clearly. in my dreams i feel you near me. i want to know, does this feeling go away?
The worst thing in life is to lose a friend, a friend that means the world to you, a friend that you put all your trust and faith in, a friend that you believed in from the start, a friend that took the center of your heart, a friend that you’d die for, a friend that you wanted to cherish for a lifetime, a friend, a good friend, a best friend.
Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.
he turned around and looked right at me and said nothing. not even hi. it was as if the months we had spent together, the time i spent loving him, just weren't important. as if they never happened.
I miss knowing you were always there. I miss the security. I miss the stupid fights that either made us shut up until next time or somehow made us stronger. I miss holding your hand. I miss you holding back. I miss you not holding back. I miss your scruff and always being amazed that I walked away without severe beard-burn. I miss those nights when we didn’t want to stop being with each other. I miss getting so pissed at something you would say or do and trying to deal with it on my own until you made me fess up. I miss surprising you. I miss being surprised by the glimpses of your humanity every now and then. I miss the look you’d get when i’d touch your cheek. I miss how you thought you were so stealth with your mood changes when you really can’t hide them from me. I miss how i always knew where I stood. I think I miss your hugs the most. didn't need them often, but now when I do, it sucks to know you’re not around to give them.
Danny: I’ve got an easy one. What are you wearing? You know what, don’t answer. I’m sure it’s top secret so I will take a guess. Cargo pants!
Steve: Goodbye, Daniel.
Martin Freeman: The hope is that we will make a third series.
Fandom: It's funny because you think you have a choice.
"It gets worse before it gets better," that's what your best friend said in the letter. All the pictures are still on the shelf, and you're barely making rent by yourself. Your mom is worried for your health. You said it right from the start, these sorts of things fall apart. You take the subway home after work from your job as a retail clerk. You're spending all the money you've saved, records keep the quiet away; up all night and sleep all day. He said it right from the start, these sorts of things fall apart.
There's a reason to live and there's a reason to die. There's a reason to stay and there's a reason to fly. You don't know what you want but you can't say goodbye. There's a reason to give and there's a reason to try now. It's all gone and you're feeling alone. You can't look back but you can't go home.
She cries because she's lost and she doesn't even know what she wants and she hides all alone inside the pain that she won't let go. She's watching her life pass her by, watching it all through her watering eyes but I'll be chasing dragonflies from her darkest skies until the day she dies.
to my followers who aren’t into the avengers and shit, i am so sorry
lol no I'm not
Sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once.
Sometimes you'll find yourself smiling while missing something
at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person,
all the while wanting to hate them. Life comes without guarantees.
Except that smiling will brighten your face, laughing will enhance
your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.
as we sit here tonight, this is not just an ending, but also a beginning, today is the last day of our high school lives and the first day of whatever we choose to do tomorrow, some of us may be attending a college or a university, while others may not yet be sure what path they want to take through their lives, either way, today is a beginning for a new phase of our life, on this day, we close the door to our past and look through the window to our future, there are some things from our high school experience that we will carry with us for the rest of our lives and some memories that we will choose to forget, but whether or not we choose to remember them, we will have no choice but to learn from them, that is what our lives are about, learning from our past and preparing for our future, so that we can succeed
I was driving home, thinking about you and I saw lightening shoot across the sky. Immediately I felt the loneliness. I sat at that stop sign much too long, with my eyes closed and flashes of what I wanted going through my mind. I felt the tears starting to come but I had to push forward. I had to push past the sadness because although it hurts, it feels good. I cannot recall a time I missed someone so much that it actually caused pain. I could feel it, this hole burning in my heart. A void next to me, where you should be. Emptiness in my hand that you should be holding. Without you, I'm just not right. This night, it was made for you and me. i should have been in your arms, sharing soft kisses and intimate whispers. I had to settle for the sound of your voice, 600 miles away.
He kissed me. Really put his arms around me and kissed me. It went through my body like he had flipped some electrical switch and lit me up. His skin was so warm, and he was suddenly so beautiful, and I thought, oh, this is what all the hype is about.
Even the very best friend isn’t perfect. Every friendship has its share of ups and downs, disappointments and discouragements. But the true test of friendship is whether it endures the hard times as well as the happy times. When you are truly best friends – when you have a friendship worth preserving – you learn how to voice your feelings with each other. You discuss how and when you’ve been hurt. You even cry together. Then you forgive, seal your friendship with a hug, and continue on good terms with each other. That’s how best friendships are maintained over the years. Each little offense is dealt with and forgiven (and forgotten). The focus remains on the strengths of the relationship: love, understanding, acceptance, and loyalty. When you take time to work through differences and misunderstandings, the friendship grows stronger and sweeter.
You gave me the best gift anyone ever could, you took me through one of the biggest life experiences. You and I made countless memories that I will cherish forever, and you completely helped me find myself. Although the pain ran deeper than nearly anything else, I would never have wanted to share my first love with anyone else.
At the end of the day, you're the one that pushed me away. Not the other way around. So don't act like this is my fault. You had a choice to make and you made the wrong one. That's something you've gotta learn to live with. I'm done saving you.
I'm sorry things went so downhill. We were so sure things were going to be amazing and spectacular, but now I'm starting to see everything I didn't want to believe. I'm sorry I stopped loving you. I'm sorry you did, too. Maybe things aren't meant to be. I'm going to miss you, but it's time we hold our heads high, bite our lips and get over each other. I think it's the best way. Maybe we'll find someone better. Then again, maybe we won't.
 
Here's to being lied to, to being walked on, used, promised something and fed bullshit. Here's to getting your hopes up and watching them fall time after time after time. Here's to trusting over and over again because you really wanted to believe that he's changed. Now take this as a lesson learned. Let him go and move the fuck on with your life.
We're young. We don't need a boy to love, hold and kiss. We won't always be able to relax and be kids, but we'll always be able to love. So I'm gonna get out there and live it up in this world, leave my mark, make a difference, because in five years we will want to rewind, but we can't. So stop worrying about that boy, now is the time of our lives, let's make mistakes and not care, and memories that will never fade. Live it up and live it crazy. We are only young once, let's screw this up right.
I’m done holding back my feelings. if im having a bad day and someone asks how are you I’m going to say "shitty". if you don’t like it, don’t fucking ask how my day is again tomorrow. it may be harsh and blunt. but at least I’m being honest and to me, that is so hard to come by these days so I think you should take it as it is in its wholeness and accept it. and if not, go ahead and fall back into the world of worthless lies.
sometimes, i feel like i don't belong where i am and that i have the wrong people in my life. i get this feeling, like i'm an outsider even when i'm being included or that i'm always around people who don't know me at all. then i see you smile at me and i don't mind being invisible to the rest of the world, i realize i'll always feel alone without you around.
 
people: you’re ugly
me: cool
people: you’re stupid
me: cool
people: i hate you
me: I don’t care
people: Doctor Who is an ugly stupid television series.
me: I’ll give you 5 seconds to run.
Tom: Loki is an incarnation of the darkest aspects of human nature, basically. He is—he is jealousy, pride and ambition. I think Mark Ruffalo has the best line about him, he’s like “Loki’s mind is a box of cats.” It was fun, it’s fun to be a box of cats. [x]
“Fuck them is what I say. I hate those e-books. They cannot be the future. They may well be. I will be dead. I won’t give a shit.”
— Renowned children’s book author MAURICE SENDAK, telling us how he really feels, on The Colbert Report
David: I am popular culture. I define popular culture.
Interviewer: I think you do.
David: And I’m glad you’ve finally realized this.
Interviewer: I think everyone should realize this.
“And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
do you ever look at yourself and just go what the actual hell are you doing
Truth is, sometimes you scare the shit out of me. You make me feel as if I'm not alone. Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me. Truth is, I love you, and that in itself, is scary enough.
But when I look in the mirror, I see a girl who’s been through so much and yet still finds a way to smile at the past. She still loves with all her heart, or what’s left of it, and when you see her walk down the hall I can guarantee you she’ll have her head up high, faking a smile just one last time at all those who try to break her but never will.
Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters. And they matter because I can see them. And if I can see them, then they can see me. And I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is. And with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.
Everyone says how much therapy Tom Hiddleston will need once he realizes he isn't Loki. But think of how much therapy Tony Stark will need when he realizes he's Robert Downey Jr.
I needed something to go right so badly that I convinced myself it was real. Even though I think, deep down, I knew it wasn't. I think I knew he was going to leave, I just didn't want to believe it.
You wanna play the game? It’s like this: You play around. You have fun. You share your secrets. You tell stories. You cry on each others shoulders. You hold hands. You think about forever but, you do not fall in love. Because the first one who does, loses.
He didn’t really do anything wrong to me. I mean yes I liked him more than he obviously liked me, but the only thing he is truly guilty of is teasing me. Its the cute texts, the long hugs, the way he makes me feel. All hes guilty of is making me insanely happy & then taking that away by dating other girls & never wanting to truly be with me. I cant even blame him for it. Its my fault for falling so damn easily.
What I hate most is that so many people can't see the difference between being lazy and being depressed. No, I didn't get off the couch that day. No, it's not because I'm a lazy asshole. It's because the world and everyone in it was a little bit too much for me to handle that day. Be glad you've never felt like that, and the next time I do, try to be a little more compassionate. Assholes.
Just because today is a terrible day doesn't mean tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire life. You just have to wake up and get there.
( Pete Wentz )
A Short Horror Story: you get home from school. both of your parents are sitting in your room. “we need to talk.” they say calmly. “we’ve been following your blog for two months now.”
“my babies,” i whisper to a giant green man, a demi god, two assassins, a super soldier and a genius playboy philanthropist
every tumblr user: despite the fact that no one views or cares about my blog, i will continue to spend the majority of my life updating it
me: why am i single
me: i am FUNNY
me: AND NICE
me: WHAT ELSE DO U NEED
comes in contact with mirror
me: oh
Things I didn't like about the Avengers:
That part when it ended
I used to hate this town. I used to hate every single blade of grass on every hill, but he taught me so much. He taught me that it's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not its fault that I don't fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories.
I hope while she's at your house taking off her clothes you're thinking of me. I hope as you're kissing her, you miss my fingers running through your hair. I hope you realize it was such a mistake for you to let me go without a care. I hope as she's climbing off your bed to go home, you wish it was me you had called. And I hope you know in that stupid fucking head of yours that if you had called me, I would have stared at my phone & laughed.
Truth is, sometimes you scare the shit out of me. You make me feel as if I'm not alone. Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me. Truth is, I love you, and that in itself, is scary enough.
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding extra courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her. And some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some nights these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and they are connected without ever knowing it.
Shut the hell up and stop trying to make me regret what I'm saying or make me feel bad. You might of cared or liked me or whatever, I can't read your mind, but the point is you sure as hell didn't show it and that's the part that matters. All you had to do was call me at night and hangout with me a little but you... were too busy trying to act like you didn't care, to show that you did. And I'm sick of waiting around for something that isn't going to happen cause I've been back and forth with you long enough to know that it's gonna be this way as long as I let it.
 
I'm scared, completely terrified actually. Scared of what will happen if I see you again and scared of what will happen if I don't. Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection, but progress.
You know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, doesn’t seem to work. And you’re suddenly left thinking that you’ll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.
When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have to options, medically and emotionally: give up, or fight like hell.
( Lance Armstrong )
Him: Wow, you don't think it's hard for me?
Her: Why would it be ? You have girls all over you.
Him: What the hell-? No. It's hard enough knowing your cold, but I can't be there to hold you tight or offer you my jacket. It's hard enough knowing you're hurting, and not being able to wipe your tears or offer you my shoulder. It's hard enough falling asleep on the phone with you, wishing so much I was next to you instead. You don't know how hard it is to deal with knowing I'm not physically with you. You act like all these girls are all over me, but I'm here right now, trying my best to get you to understand that you mean so much to me. Stop acting like it's only a one way street. I love you, and you only.
i've been running around for the past year with absolutely no direction. i didn't know what i wanted, all i knew was that you were always there, always in my head, always under my skin.
You know I used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you, and every time you walked by I lost myself, do you know what that feels like? And you couldn't possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back. Look, I'm sorry if you miss the way I looked at you, but I don't miss the way you never looked at me.
Take a deep breath. Calm down. Take ten steps back from the knife, the lighter, or the mirror. Turn on your iPod, lay on the floor, and take more deep breaths. You are worth more than this, you can be more than this. This does not have control over you. You are the one who will form your own destiny, your own pathways through life. Don’t let shit tie you down, or break your heart. It’s okay to cry. Breathe again. You’re alive and wonderful.
At this exact moment, I love you more than I ever have before. Being away this weekend has made me realize a lot... just something as small as being away from you for four days twists my stomach like you wouldn't believe. You probably mean more to me than myself. You're everything to me. What I feel for you is constantly growing day by day. I will love you more next week than I do right now, guarantee. Imagine in a couple months time? Further down the road?
there's a thousand ways for things to fall apart, but it's no one's fault. no, it's not my fault. maybe all the plans we made might not work out, but i have no doubt even though it's hard to see. i've got faith in us, and i believe in you and me.
i love what you are, and what you do and how you try.
i've seen your kindness and your strength that carries you through.
i've seen the best of you. i've seen the worst of you.
and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
and i love you.
hope is what keeps us going in life. we hope we will be strong, we hope we will pass a test, we hope we will make new friends, we hope we will never lose the old, we hope someone loves us, we hope that love will find us, we hope when all seems lost, we hope when we are hurt, we hope when we play games and we hope when we cry. never lose your hope, never give up when someone gives up on you.. they may still hope as you do
Me when I first joined Tumblr: I am a mature, responsible adult and I will use my blog as such. I will write about important events in my life, possibly food and movies, and I will make and communicate with friends.
Me now: gOD DAMMIT SKDFLlsdf spelling who has time for THT yolo 5evr heres some shit from my favorite fandom also TEXT POST ABOUT SOMETHING STUPID ahaha YoU DONt LyK MY SHIP GIT OWT nAO scREECH
what happened to us? we were perfect together. one day i woke up and nothing was the same anymore. i miss being your favorite reason to smile & i miss seeing your name in my inbox every morning. most importantly i hate how im sitting here not knowing if i ever cross your mind.
( cantstopmyshine )
there is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything she puts her mind to. there is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn't thrown off by obstacles along the way. there is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and go on.
if i were a celebrity i would track my tag on tumblr.
i would learn which blogs fangirled me the hardest.
i would go anon and request graphics of myself.
i would have a low-key blog without my name on it and reblog gifs of myself critiquing my every move
i would troll the fuck out of everyone.
Menthion tumblr all the time. Just to drive the fandom crazy.
On the rainiest day of the year, I see you standing by yourself on my doorstep and without saying a word, I know that I’ve hurt you. I see the pain and confusion in your eyes and more visible in your spirit. “I’m sorry” is what I told you before I walked away. But the one thing you don’t know is that it’s killing me inside. It’s tearing me apart because I want to be with you. I want to feel your heart upon mine and I want your kisses, embraces, and love. I need you more than anything, but the worst part is that I won't allow myself. My fear of being hurt has taken over and by trying to save myself from heartbreak, I've killed our perfect love, hurt you, and committed love suicide.
Let’s just drink to get drunk
and tell each other everything
for a drunken mind speaks a sober heart,
then we can go on pretending like nothing
did happen because the truth is i've never
fallen so hard, and I don’t think I could
deal with the thought of rejection.
I wanted to tell him that I’ll never be sorry for loving him.
That, in a way, I still do, that maybe I always will.
I’ll never regret a single thing we did together
cause what we had was special. Maybe if we were
10 years older it would have worked out differently.
Maybe, I think, it`s just that I’m not ready for forever.
imagine how weird our society would be if pEOPLE RANDOMLY STARTED SCREAMING MIDSENTENCE LIKE WE DO ON THE INTERNET
#the entire world would be moriarty
“Except you can’t show a topless woman on TV - and you can’t defibrillate a woman in a bra. So victims of heart attacks on TV are *always* male. Did you know that a woman having a heart attack is more likely to have back or jaw pain than chest or left arm pain? I didn’t - because I’ve never seen a woman having a heart attack. I’ve been trained in CPR and Advanced First Aid by the Red Cross over 15 times in my life, the videos and booklets always have a guy and say the same thing about clutching his chest and/or bicep.
And people laugh when I tell them women are still invisible in this world.”
—
re: feministing - for women, heart attacks look different
if i unexpectedly die, can the follower who lives closest to me please break into my house and delete everything - pictures, documents, web history - from my computer because honest to god i don’t want to taint the memory of me and i feel like we all have a moral obligation to each other to at least do that it’s probably in the tumblr terms & conditions i mean honestly
They’re just three of your average teenage girls, completely different but somehow brought together and now inseparable. Two of them have an undying love for music; and the other one is slowly being dragged towards the obsession. Taking stupid pictures and posting them on Facebook, recording random videos just for the fun of it, throwing food at each other and fighting over the last top on the rack. Yep, sounds about average.
if i was famous i’d just tour around the country without telling anyone and go to random college campuses late at night, and i’d wait until i saw one person walking by themselves and i’d walk behind them and put my hands over their eyes and say guess who and when they turned around it’d be me and they’d be like omg and then i’d say “no one will ever believe you” and i’d just sprint off into the moonlight
it’s all fun and games until it’s season finale
and it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn't see how desperate i was, or if they could, they didn't care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it, they didn't believe there was anything they could do, not knowing- or not wanting to know- that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.
laying there with your arms around me, i felt so comfortable and safe. my heart was beating a mile a minute having you so close to me. as you played with my hair and kissed me, i couldn't help but smile straight from my heart. i could see how much you cared from the look in your eyes. it made me never want to let you go, to just stay wrapped in your arms forever, where nothing else matters but you and me.
Because I broke down today, and I'm not sure I got myself back together. Memories from two years ago, coupled with the rainy weather. Bet myself it would be the last time I cried about it at all, bet myself I wouldn't take another fall. Well, I lost the bet, and now I'm down another heart. Lately, I've been wondering if it's all because I miss you. I don't think I can handle missing you.
In that moment, I just wanted him to push me hard against a wall and kiss me. I didn't want to think anymore; I didn't want to question it. I just wanted to feel it. Sometimes, all we need is just to feel it.
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I am leading a Jeremy Renner ASSASSASSASSASSASSASS appreciation life because
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| If anyone asks, I'll tell them we both just moved on. When people all stare I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk. Whenever I see you, I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue, pretend I'm okay with it all, act like there's nothing wrong.
 
 
You only hate him because you don't have him. Because hating him is easier then admitting he hurt you, that he got away, and you'd do anything not to hurt.
-average conversation between two fangirls-
One: omfg i know omg
Two: omg yes omg esdrftgydhjnfe
One: i;m crying omg sigh life omg
Two: esdrftqgyhjd what omg ygqhsjd
One: this is perf what omg killing me
Two: scREAMs
I can’t fight for you anymore. I want you, I really do. But lately this is just feeling more and more like an uphill battle and honestly, I don’t have the strength I used to. I wasn't made for this.
I'll screw up. I'll push you away if we're getting too close. I won't trust you until you've proven yourself. I get hurt easily and take a lot of things personally. But I'll love you with everything I have, and if that isn't enough, then I'm not enough.
Benedict Cumberbatch: I know about the porn.
Me:
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Me: so do you like it or
hey... have you guys ever realized
the brain named itself
 
“I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a writer. (I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it, gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in our handses, yesss…” etc etc)”
—
Neil Gaiman on fanfiction
#i wonder what my fandom limit is #like i wonder how many fandoms i can post from before my followers rise up and say ENOUGH VILE WOMAN #because clearly they speak like 19th century peasant folk
Most people are only players because they got played and haven't let go of the past. You got your heart broken, life sucks doesn't it, but you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it.
It doesn't matter how much I wish, or how much I feel, or how much I know. It doesn't matter that I feel like you're the only one for me. It doesn't matter that you're all I think about, all I talk about, and all that I am. It doesn't matter if I can't share it with you. Nothing I feel matters if I can't share it with you. Nothing I do matters if you aren't a part of it. I can write or talk all I want, but that doesn't make you mine. Just because I love you the same way I used to doesn't mean you come running back to me. It doesn't matter that I realized my mistake, that I realized that you're my one and only, if I can't have you. Just because I love you doesn't make you love me. Writing about you doesn't make you love me. I could say all the nicest things in the world, and spill my whole heart out, but if you didn't care, it wouldn't even matter.
If there's anything I've learned in this whole getting over you process, it's that you're always going to mean something to me no matter what happens. You're always going to be somewhere deep down inside me. Even when I'm happily married to the man of my dreams, if I were to run into you on the streets and those gorgeous blue eyes were to meet mine, my heart would skip a beat because I'll never forget you and the way you made me feel when we were young and stupidly in love.
 
do you ever play music you find on your dash and it’s nice and pleasant and you’re enjoying listening to it but for a second you forget it’s coming from your dash so you refresh your tumblr and as you are hitting refresh you realize your mistake and you’re like NOWAITFUCKSTOP— but it’s too late and the music is gone
At first you think it's great that you're talking to him again, but then you start talking about things that happened before, bringing back old memories, and then you realize how much you really miss him, and you get to thinking you really want him back, but you remember he doesn't need you like you need him, and it hurts.
And today when you walked by and didn't even bare to look at my face, I felt my heart break. You don't know how much it hurts to see the person you care about more than anything else in the world, pass right by you by like you're not even there.
You’re probably thinking I’ve forgotten all about you by now, but that’s far from it. I have missed you every waking day and my heart still hurts, but I’m getting better. I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside of me,only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you’re doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice, just everything.I miss it all. However, I feel that part of us ending was for the best because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this: no matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes,and the tears we’ve cried, never, ever did I give up on you, so if you ever need a helping hand, do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.
Sometimes you have to stop thinking so much and just go where you're heart takes you. Sometimes you have to watch the broken pieces fall, no matter how much you want to fix them. Sometimes you have to let someone walk away, even though you want them to stay.
If you've ever tried to fight tears on the bus ride home, and failed. If you've ever lied about why your eyes were glazed over, and you were believed. This one's for you. If you've ever stopped listening to your favorite band because he liked them too. If you've ever hated a girl you didn't know because he picked her over you. This one's for you. If you've ever wished you were weak enough to cry in public. If you've ever constantly hid behind laughter and smiles. This one's for you. If you've ever bit your lip to stop it from quivering. If you've ever walked with your eyes planted on the ground. This one's for you. If you've ever stared into the darkness before sleep, trying to avoid the 'what's if's' and 'if only's'. If you've ever listened to totally different music, but ended up thinking about him anyway. This one's for you. The girl who doesn't get the guy. The girl who still lives her life to the fullest she can. The girl who gets up every day and doesn't give up. This one's for you, because it takes so much to be that strong.
I know it seems like a million years ago we were together, but it wasn't. Maybe you're over it, maybe it doesn't mean anything to you anymore. Maybe it never did but it meant a lot to me. You meant a lot to me. And you still do.
I won't fight to stay when all you want for me
to do is leave. I'm not going to miss you when you don't miss me. I'm not going
to care when you don't at all. I'm just not going to try anymore. You've kept my
hopes up for much too long. It's about time they come crashing back down to
earth.
Always hold your head up high, even if on the
inside, you're about to cry. Pretend that nothing's wrong at all. Close your
eyes before you fall. If you can't see it, it's not there. This is life and it's
not fair
In three words I could sum up everything I
learned about life: it goes on.
- Robert Frost
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all
  
“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
— John Lennon
i regret everything i ever did in 2008 through 2010 those are my shame years
me: ugh why am i so lonely
friend: hey do u wanna go out tonight
me: no
I am you. Prepared to do anything. Prepared to burn. Prepared to do what ordinary people won’t do.
“i need to stop,” i whispered as i clicked next episode.
Steven Moffat's childhood
moffat: no, mum, I didn't break the vase.
mum: who did it then?
moffat: outside the window there was a butterfly and the butterfly flew past the window and our canary saw it and squeaked and the goldfish hit the tank and the cat was interested in the goldfish because the cat is hungry...
mum: so the cat knocked over the vase?
moffat: or did he?
mum: steven--
moffat: I guess you'll have to wait till next season.
*flies away, cackling madly*
Sometimes I wonder if maybe we'll ever get
back together, and then I realize that we'll never really be over, in a way it
hasn't changed, but in some ways, it has, it's not that we aren't meant for each
other, I think it's just maybe we aren't ready for forever.
  
I've heard the speech a million times before,
"you can do better, you deserve so much more." I get myself sick over it because
I know that it's true, but I don't want better, I only want you.
To be honest, I'm completely blown away by the
fact that you were once my everything, because if you were to look at us now,
you would think we were complete strangers
Sometimes you have to let things go, not because your giving up, but
because you've realized some things cannot be.
 
I want this too. I want all of it. The pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you baby. The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how-I-feel messages after we make up. I want to be one of those inseparable best friend couples where people are like “You guys are still together?” That’s what I want. With you.
 
So burn all your bridges, leave your whole life behind. You can do what you want to do cause you’re strong in your mind. And anywhere you might wander you can make that your home. Just as long as you’ve got love in your heart you’ll never be alone.
Shortest Horror Story Ever.
Mofftiss: There won't be a third season
Me: That'd make a great gif.
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Me: I can't make gifs.
“‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
Captain Jack Harkness: hey i just met you
Captain Jack Harkness: and this is crazy bu-
The Doctor: NO.
The Doctor: STOP IT.
 
When you feel embarrassed, then I'll be your pride .When you need directions, then I'll be the guide for all time. For all time.
my hidden talent is letting all of my homework and other obligations pile up until the very last minute so i can crack under the pressure and have a mental breakdown
 
“My dream for the future is that sketch comedy shows become a gender-blind meritocracy of whoever is really the funniest.” - Tina Fey
 
have you ever gotten to a point in a text conversation where suddENLY EVERYTHING IS CAPSLOCK AND YOU’RE BOTH JUST SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER FOR NO REASON
When the moment's right, I'll tell him everything. And maybe he'll be the one that saves me from losing my mind. It's crazy, but this could be what I need. He could be all I need. Don't get caught up in me, cause I'll only let you down. You're making it hard to breathe. So close that I could touch you, I know it's wrong but I can't stop myself. No, I can't stop myself from making a move. I'm nervous but I'm telling the truth, it's all I can do to get to you. I can't get you out of my mind.
It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there's something about us I want to say, 'cause there's something between us anyway.
I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you, some decisions you don't make. I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to, there are some things that you can't fake. I guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again. And to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago, or a friend that you used to know.
“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.”
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose, but I know that that's impossible now. And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories, cause I just can't think anymore about that or about him tonight. But I give myself three days to feel better, or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff. 'Cause if I can't learn to make myself feel better, how can I expect anyone else to give a shit? And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere, just get me past this dead and eternal snow. 'Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening. And if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere, just take me there. And lie to me, and say, it's going to be alright.
It just seems easier, not to really care about anyone.
It seems to me like it gets really complicated once you start to care.
me: why am i so ugly
me after 2 seconds: why am i so perfect am i even a human
thanks to tumblr i know all the characters and current plots in shows that i’ve never watched
friend: what's otp stand for?
me: one true pairing
friend: tell me about your one true pairing
me:
friend:
me:
friend:
me: which one
Me: I could do it, you know
Me: Get off tumblr, do my homework
Tumblr: You wouldn't make it 5 minutes
promise me.
that's all I want.
just promise that you'll never forget me.
tell me I changed you somehow.
let me know that I had an impact on your life.
promise me that you'll always remember me.
losing you was hard enough,
but I don't want to go on
knowing I mean absolutely nothing to you.
It's hard to get over people, I mean really get over them. You can start to have feelings for other people, but it doesn't mean you're over them. It just means you're moving on.
Waking up and checking your Tumblr like it’s the morning paper
 
It’s all it takes - One lonely, naive man, desperate to show off, and a woman clever enough to make him feel special.
when someone quality starts following you and you don’t want to do anything to make them unfollow you so you’re afraid to post anything
I want to break your heart, just to see what you’re made of. It’s when they say old habits are hard to break, but you’ll always remain nothing more than my most tempting mistake.
 
I’m going to find a way to be happy, I’d love to be happy with you, thats my dream. But if my dreams don't come true and I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you.
At some point you have to realize that you have done too much for someone, and the next possible step you can take is just to stop. Leave them alone, or walk away. It's not that you're giving up, and it's not that you shouldn't try. It's just that you have to draw the line between determination and desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.
I don't know, I mean I want to be his friend. But then again, I really don't. You know? I mean how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you're thinking about how much more you really want.
When I was with him, I didn't have to be perfect. Or even try to be perfect. He already knew all my secrets, and the things I kept hidden from the rest of the world. So, I could just be myself. Which shouldn't have been such a big deal. But it was.
I honestly thought I could do this without being attached. Just have fun and not give my heart away. But all of a sudden, every smile that comes across your face, and every word you say sticks with me. I can't get you out of my head.
 
He was everything I have ever wanted, and everything I have ever hated. He is the world's biggest jerk, but the sweetest one I have ever met. He's stubborn as hell, but I actually find it kinda cute. He looks like he could beat anyone up without difficultly, but he honestly has the kindest heart. He's not mine, but I so desperately need him to be.
“Let’s examine this:
Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.
Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.
Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).
The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.
On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)
You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.”
— Laila Alsabahi
I tried so hard. You know that, right? I tried harder than you could ever imagine, and now here I am, trying my best just to forget everything. Every piece of you, the way you smell, the feel of your skin. I can still feel you. I think I always will.
 
If there is one thing I could take away from my previous relationships, it would be to search for a beautiful heart, not necessarily a beautiful face. Beautiful people are not always good, but good people are always beautiful. There is nothing more beautiful than an intelligent, hard-working, independent, respectful man. It's hard to say you deserve better when you, ladies, are in control of what you deserve.
I argue with him like he's my brother, flirt with him like the friend he is, but I love him like something we'll never be. What he is now is all I'm going to see and all he's ever going to give. Just another friend, but one that means the world to me.
how do people watch the scenes in movies where the character embarrasses themselves with a straight face, i have to cover my eyes and yell at the screen until it’s over
“You are a perfectly acceptable human being right now, this minute. You are just as valid as any other human being, without changing a single thing about yourself. That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to want to grow, evolve or improve yourself, or you can’t do better sometimes, it just means right now this instant, you are worthy of your own self love. Even if it is hard to love yourself sometimes (and boy, is it!), or you’re struggling with some really difficult stuff in your life, you still deserve it. So dearest you, be kind to yourself, be kind to others, and give the best version of you that you can give, but know that even in the tough times, you are still valid, worthy and deserving of your own self love.”
— Source: Fat Heffalump
 
I've blocked out the past for a good reason. When someone that means everything to you tells you that you mean nothing to them, you forget the good times and just remember the bad ones so that it's easier to move on.
have you ever known people who are just so adorable and you kind of just want to cling to them forever and ever and tell them how cute they are but you have a reputation of being only 99% creepy and can’t risk making it 100%
sometimes when i talk to ignorant people i feel genuinely concerned for their future in the real world
“Slut” is just the weirdest insult ever. How does it even work?
“You do the thing that is responsible for not only both of our lives but collectively our entire species and many of the species of life I can think of right now. Not only that, but you do this act often. And you like it.”
Did you…..did you win?
You want me to be honest? I did love you, I loved you more than anything. I don't care what you do now. I don't care if you drink until you pass out. I don't care how much you smoke. I want you to live your life without my help and we'll see how far you get. You're a fucked up kid, so when everything comes crashing down, don't come to me again. I've been through hell these past years for you. I know you say you don't care and that you're doing fine, but we both know that's a lie. You know you've messed everything up, you're just too scared to admit it. You have a hard exterior, I'll give you that. But baby, you don't have the balls to back it up.
He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.
That night we talked, we talked about life, about our times together. Maybe we aren't the same two kids we once were, but some things never change. Some things last, and even though I didn't know what was going to happen to us, or where we were going, I just knew I couldn't let you out of my life.
 
I’ve been giving up on people too easily. If they don’t call, if they don’t try - then I don’t. It’s not fair to lay the blame on them when I’m not calling either. I’m just as much at fault. I’ve got a lot of resentment for old friends - for letting me go without a fight. I just want someone to call and say, ‘I miss you, how are you?’ I just want to call someone and say, ‘I miss you, I’m sorry.’ I want to be brave enough to stay in one place.
everyone: it's just a book
you: YOU KNOW NOTHING
i actually love robert pattinson not because he played edward in the twilight series but because he’s a ruthless sarcastic twat and i admire that
 
Me: ... Well I got it from the fandom, okay?
My Sister: And if the fandom jumped off a bridge? Would you jump too?
Me: Sarah, you don't understand. If the fandom jumped off a bridge, it's because there's a ship underneath.
people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience
store guy: /extensively stares at boobs
me: yes, hello, i'm here because my mobile's not working. also if you could please stop looking at my breasts?
store guy: oh my god i wasn't looking at your breasts! - i mean, that, too, but... /slowly unbuttons shirt
me: ... why are you taking your shirt off now
store guy: /dramatically opens shirt to reveal iron man tee
me: /looks down at her captain america tee
store guy: /happy seal-clapping
me: oh my god we match
store guy: if we can't repair your phone, you can be damn sure we'll avenge it!
I know your life can go on without me, that you can be happy without me, that you can survive without me. But even if you turn me away, I will still choose to stay with you and be your sweetest stranger forever.
Been thinking for days, been sleepless for nights. But it all came to me, driving home. And if I learned anything at all it was to never give up. Cause i see all my dreams laid out in front of me. And for once it doesn't seem so tough.
Just pretend you don't care. And don't be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake. And if you want to go, go with him again. But make him work for you. Don't be his doormat. Don't let him in the first time he rings the bell. Make him come back every day until you trust him enough. If he doesn't come back after a couple of tries, just let him go. But if he comes back every day, then he's worth it. Trust me, he's worth it.
Fandom is knowing that, across the globe, hundreds of other people are screaming ‘NO FUCK YOU’ at their televisions and curling up on the floor and crying at exactly the same moment as you are.
"Like herding adorable kittens."
-Joss Whedon
The best advice that I could give is just to keep moving forward and don't give a shit what anybody thinks, you know. Just keep moving forward and do what you have to do for you.
I was born without you. So guess what? I can live without you.
I heard that you were living well, but you don't look like you're living to me. Although the sparkle is gone, your smile is in place, so that everyone watching will see. You've got them all convinced. But I know so well that you could list your friends, but you can't count on them. Hold it now, you've got everyone convinced that you're alright when no one else is quite as vulnerable.
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness.
dear everyone i follow
sometimes i go through your blog and cry because i will never be as amazing as you
It's starting to get easier. I don't think of you every single second. I don't always need to know what you're doing. I don't expect your texts. I don't hope to run into you. I might just not need you anymore.
Some people can just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it, or at least seem to be. But for me, I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It is just something that happened. And I am just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
Sometimes when you're young you think nothing can hurt you. It's like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans. Big plans. Find your perfect match, the one that completes you. But as you get older you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until the end of your life that you realize that the plans you made were simply plans. Because at the end when you're looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you are leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.
We have nothing in common and we don't share the same opinions
on anything. Every time we talk we end up arguing, but there's just something
about you that makes me weak at the knees.
My favorite hobby is coming up with lies as to why I can’t hang out with people
Don't bother saying sorry because it's
useless when you don't mean it, and don't bother asking to be friends, you don't
deserve my friendship, and don't bother expecting me to be there for you
anymore, because I won't be there for someone who was never there for
me.
And before I leave, I'd
like one thing? I'd like you to tell me that you loved me. Don't lie to yourself
& say you didn't, cause I've seen your eyes, I've seen the emotion behind
them. So don't lie to me ?and tell me I meant nothing to you, when you know I
meant the world.
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
— Charles Bukowski
For once, I wish something between us would just happen, good or
bad. I wish you had something to tell me; if I should keep holding on or just
let go.
I am incredibly awkward and negative. I get attached easily,
and I hold on for too long. I don't like opening up to people. Most five year
old children can express their feelings better than me. I hide behind my fake
smiles. I'm probably one of the most difficult people you will ever meet. But I
can be sweet. I'm a great listener. I'll guard your secrets with my life. I will
never judge you based on your mistakes, and I'll love you as much as I can. I
can be, if you let me, one of the best things in your life.
 
I miss you when something really good happens, because
you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling
me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh
and cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my
tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake
at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother; for those
were some of the best times of my life.
If you're getting pushed away, don't hold on tighter.
Letting go when you're getting pushed is the only way he will feel what it's
like without you. Even though it's the hardest thing to do, do it for
him.
  
You never think the last time is the last time. You always think there
will be more. You think you will have forever. But you don’t.
I don't know where I stand with him, and I don't know what I mean to him. All I know is that every time I think of him, all I wanna do is be with him
Anyone can easily walk away from somebody else. Nobody is forced to stay; we all have choices. The real test is if someone would rather stay with you, even though walking away could be so much easier.
you're one of those people i'll never forget.
because secretly, you were one of those people i would have
kept.
you don't need that person if they are the reason for you having
sleepless nights with tears in your eyes, all because you want it to
work.
people: oh my god, now i have to wait THE WHOLE SUMMER until the new season!
sherlock fans: ha
sherlock fans: haha
sherlock fans: HAHAHAHA
sherlock fans: *cries*
it’s the realization of “i had it & i lost it
& i’m not good enough to get it back” that's what really hurts.
im gonna go on pretending like i never met you. and it’ll feel
wrong at first but i think i can forget you.
cry as hard as you want to, but make sure when you
stop crying you'll never cry for the
same reason again.
I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready to let go of you. You still mean so much
to me. But maybe I never meant enough to you.
Some day you'll cry for me like I cried for you. Some day you'll
miss me like I missed you. Some day you'll need me like I needed you. Some day
you'll love me and I won't love you.
I cared so much about you, and you left me here, waiting. Waiting
for you to change your mind and come talk to me. But you never
came.
Every time I thought about you, it upset me.
I always felt sorry for myself, but lately every time I think about you I feel
sorry for you. You fucked up the best thing in your life, and I got rid of the
most fucked up thing in mine.
Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head.
( I Miss You | Blink-182 )
there’s a special place in my heart for robert pattinson and his complete disinterest in life
i’d like to thank the 5 followers subscribers of mine who acknowledge my existence
do you ever get so overprotective over a character/celebrity that when another person says that she/he is not that great you just want to punch that person in the face and make her eat your socks because i do
And whenever I find the key to happiness, someone changes the lock
One of the suckiest and most frustrating facts of life is that sometimes
relationships just end, often without reason. I truly believe that sometimes
both men and women simply run out of love, even when there was a lot of it in the beginning
When it comes to love, hair and clothes, I care too much. But when it
comes to school, health and sobriety, I don't care enough.
The karma of fucking over a good girl, is the trashy bitch you end up with.
A few things girls want from guys:
1. Good morning/goodnight texts.
2. Pictures taken together.
3. Surprises, especially little ones.
its funny how fast things can change. how two people can go from spending
everyday together, to barely speaking anymore
and I put up walls to keep myself from feeling like this.
thanks for breaking them down just to break my heart.
Dear everybody, if you care about someone, they deserve to know. Yeah, simple as that.
I'm in trouble, I'm an addict, I'm addicted to this guy. He's got my heart in a knot, and my stomach in the sky
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe
“There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”
— Oscar Wilde, preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray
"Oh, I may be on the sides of the angels but don't think for one second that I am one of them." - Sherlock Holmes
“Things will happen when you stop trying.”
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