Keep me filled in, I swear I'll come.

cpo666:

ruinedchildhood:

When I’m writing an essay and trying to make the word count.

Pahahahahaha

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Sometimes you meet someone and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. Unknown (via shantiwinds)

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Leaving you behind was like having my arm amputated. I know it was bruised and broken and fucked up beyond repair and it needed to go, but it was still my fucking arm. It was still you. i hope you know this changes nothing
katey chrest (via thinly)

(via sandrad)

throughmythirdeye:

Vegetabowls 
handmade ceramic bowls from New York

silversora:

If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision

(via sandrad)

Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.

Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls.

Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.

Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

let me love you forever, marry me   (via throughmythirdeye)

(via throughmythirdeye)

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virusexe:

tsukihi:

IM DEAD AS HELL

YOOOOOOO

virusexe:

tsukihi:

IM DEAD AS HELL

YOOOOOOO

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