I don’t say ‘I love you’ as much as I used to. I’ve noticed, saying such is not meaningful if you say it a lot. Before I realised this, I felt sad whenever someone couldn’t say it back to me so now I only say when I really feel like they mean the world to me. does this even make sense?
2:30 am I now understand why the broken-hearted are the late night poets and the early morning drinkers. I now understand why the broken-hearted are always cautious and cold. I hear these stories of homicide and suicide all because of the broken-hearted. I see these woman and men allowing unhealthy abuse because of love. In my ignorance, I never understood why people would go so far and allow themselves to put up with all the bull shit. Little did I know, I was one of them. Blinded. I’m no longer ignorant in that manner. I’m now the broken hearted. So blinded by “love” I couldn’t love myself. A shattered heart got filled momentarily. Abuse filled the crevasses, while lies glued pieces back together. Little did he know, the truth always comes out. The glue dissipated and the pieces of my heart fell and became dust. The abuse is slowly leaking out of the deepest crevasses of my heart now. I feel him leaving me everyday. It hurts oh so good. I now understand why the broken-hearted are so ludicrous. To the broken-hearted, all I can say now is I don’t blame you for your choices.
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you know that one band member who isn’t your fave but every so often tempts you to switch lanes and you have to remind yourself to stay faithful
"A friend isn’t your friend until they defend you in your absence."- My mom is a wise woman. (via beerwiththeboys)
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
yay its back.
so…
I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture…
and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L
… and like…
I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like?
So like… h8ers gonna h8 or somethingthis fucking works ok
REBLOGGING!!!!!!
😙👌
Its like a chef kissing their fingers after they make good spaghetti
(via hilourry)
Only true 90s kids remember “Good Girls Are Bad Girls (that haven’t been caught)”