Some parents tell their kids to stop splashing and being loud.And then there’s me, yelling, “Mice make bigger waves. BELLY FLOP ALREADY!”
Someone gave me free tequila Saturday night. I’m finding pictures I don’t remember taking. And texts I don’t remember sending. Tequila is not my friend.
so fucking wounded.
The only person
that can pick you up,
push back your shoulders,
wipe the tears,
mend the broken bones
and get you out of your slump
Now go and live,
there is so much to be
happy about. — "Things I tell myself when I feel as though the world is too big for me" - e.m.f.p (via cudah)
(Source: cudah, via smoobies)
You can decorate absence however you want - but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing. — Siobhan Vivian, Same Difference (via larmoyante)
me stealing your moment and making it about me
(Source: bitchem, via rmhb)
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m an adult.
You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love. — What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)
If a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what. So trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions. — He’s Just Not That Into You (via allforthemems)
Im buysexual, you buy me food, i become sexual
(Source: unsavioured, via kaitmaurine)
There’s this big part of me that wants to post bitchy shit on my Instagram. To let people know he hurt me and I’m pissed but I’m better than all that.
But then there’s this bigger person hiding inside who keeps deleting all the awesome and inspirational quotes I find on Pinterest. And also made that shit private to stop his easy access to creep.
It’s like this little Jiminy Cricket slapping me upside the head and saying, “No, bitch, being over it means not dwelling on it and moving the fuck on. Stop that shit.”
So I come running back to Tumblr.