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I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via carefr33-living)

sinnerlikedamon:

If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all

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studip:

my favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and they point the mic at the crowd and u just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and u see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else

(via givingblowjobs)

Make yourself so happy so that when others look at you they become happy, too.
– Yogi Bhajan  (via fuckinq)

(Source: thelittleyellowdiary, via mikaylaapadgitt)

jaesama:

guys with sleeve tattoos wearing dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up. fuck man.

(via givingblowjobs)

sadhacker:

i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it

(Source: moonofficial, via givingblowjobs)

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Unknown (via barbieandken)

(Source: psych-facts, via givingblowjobs)

after all that we had we act like we had never met
– the xx  (via perfect)

(Source: ost-kreuz, via givingblowjobs)

I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via carefr33-living)

sinnerlikedamon:

If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all

(Source: lunaluvsgood, via you-choose-your-own-path)

studip:

my favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and they point the mic at the crowd and u just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and u see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else

(via givingblowjobs)

Make yourself so happy so that when others look at you they become happy, too.
– Yogi Bhajan  (via fuckinq)

(Source: thelittleyellowdiary, via mikaylaapadgitt)

(Source: stcnehands, via basicallyhorny)

jaesama:

guys with sleeve tattoos wearing dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up. fuck man.

(via givingblowjobs)

sadhacker:

i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it

(Source: moonofficial, via givingblowjobs)

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Unknown (via barbieandken)

(Source: psych-facts, via givingblowjobs)

after all that we had we act like we had never met
– the xx  (via perfect)

(Source: ost-kreuz, via givingblowjobs)

"Make yourself so happy so that when others look at you they become happy, too."
"I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has."
"after all that we had we act like we had never met"

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