I don’t know how someone could hurt someone else this much. I could never do this to another person.

I want a romantic gesture.

I want someone who looks at me and I’m it. They go as far as they could just to be with me. Someone who genuinely cares for me and knows all my habits, moods, faces, quirks. Loves me for me and on top of that, works as hard at our relationship as I do. A relationship built on love, trust and honesty. I want my best friend for the rest of my life. A partner in crime. Someone I can be comfortable with when I’m healthy or sick. I don’t have to be embarrassed around them, because they love me no matter what. I want my other half.

Boys are literally that stupid

parmesan:

HOW DO PEOLPE DRAW SO WELL GOODBYE
Missing my boy. ๐ŸŒ™ come cuddle already pls
I am so many of these

metaphoricalanchor:

i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road

One day, whether you
are 14,
28ย 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to findโ€“โ€“

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season โ€“ 28 copies left} (via menstruate)
titgypsy:

I realised today that my problem is I’m doing things that I don’t want to do. My course: I don’t want to be a graphic designer, or even a photographer. I don’t want to be studying, or racking up debt, or making things that don’t inspire me.  I want to be an artist. My life: I don’t want to be somebody’s girlfriend. I don’t want to be someone’s friend or daughter or ‘that girl’. I want to be my own person, and I want to define that person myself.