Reblogged from LyndsieJ
Reblogged from LyndsieJ
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
— Irish proverb  (via paradiche)
Reblogged from Vodkacupcakes
He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?
Reblogged from Vodkacupcakes

I will burn my lungs with cigarettes
And replace my blood with alcohol
As I realize you aren’t coming back

The earth will keep spinning
The stars will keep shining
And the wind will keep blowing

The world did not stop when you left
But my heart did

— (via emilyologist)
Reblogged from Vodkacupcakes
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
— Pablo Neruda (via feellng)
Reblogged from feeling
Reblogged from feeling

The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.

— Tiny Stories (via lobstersandlilly)
Reblogged from Adorable As Hell
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
— Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via smokingjointswithmileycyrus)
Reblogged from Adorable As Hell


Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything because you just feel so annoying and pathetic and ugh

Reblogged from QUIRKY IRKS