Don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin; hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless.

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

when u try to caffeinate yourself and just end up increasing ur heart rate with no discernible changes in levels of exhaustion  

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"You need to understand that I’ll never be the girl that begs you to stay. If you decide to walk out of my life, I might be sad for a little while but know that I’ll never chase you. I’ll just let you go."

Midnight thoughts (I may love you, but i’ll never need you)
snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

andydrive:

the-perks-of-being-a-russian:

lady-tromboss:

this hit me like a load of bricks.

everytime this comes on my dash, i have to reblog it

this.
not andy related but probably the most important thing I’ve seen on my dash all day.
I love you, you should love you too.

unamusedsloth:

If alcohol labels told the truth.

ashleyfrostart:

“North Melbourne Study 20”
Oil on board
18x18cm 
University of Wollongong collection 2013
www.ashleyfrost.com.au

ashleyfrostart:

North Melbourne Study 20

Oil on board

18x18cm 

University of Wollongong collection 2013

www.ashleyfrost.com.au

"

One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

Six.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

"

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

"Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute"

Edgar Allan Poe, “To” (via feellng)