I’ve already said too much. I’ve already shared too much, and now I want all my secrets back. I hate getting too close to people. I regret having shared so much, for having cared so much, for allowing myself to feel so much.

-Unknown (via satoori)

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2009 me would think that 2014 me was hot and thats all that matters

(via staylo0vely)


real friends are those ones who answer at your messages in 0.2 seconds and those ones who want to talk with you all day long 

(via walmartgreetersinc)


i have never felt so bad for a confused mother



i want to slow dance with you in the kitchen at 1am in our pyjamas i want to stand ankle-deep in the ocean with you shrieking about how cold it is like little girls i want to make hot cocoa and blanket forts with you once we’re far too old for either i want to be able to roll over at 4am and feel your heartbeat in my bones because i love you deeply and forever

deeply and forever

(via staylo0vely)


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  • Friend: I think I'm gonna head home see ya later
  • Me: thank god


*leaves facebook forever*
And I hope that someday we could talk & forget that time ever drew distance between us. We could make a bridge out of words, as fragile as it might be, the awkward pauses & incomprehensible mumbling twisting & twining into some stronger foothold. Someday, I might reach you & redeem myself. But I wouldn’t count on it anytime soon.

-(via thelovewhisperer)

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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

-Kurt Vonnegut (via flaews)

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I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

-Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via squirrelfiend)

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A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey

-(via walk-you-home)

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