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blunk182:

DATING TIP: Hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Use the door as a weapon to fight off other men. Establish dominance.

(via voxamberlynn)

Person suffering from a mental illness: *Fighting with mental illness not beeing able to do anything*
Every other person: Get yourself together, stop whining! You don't have it bad at all. It's not that hard to go for a walk. This is not how one acts while suffering from a mental illness..
Person suffering from a mental illness: *Fighting with mental illness, finally beeing able to go for a walk and feeling hella proud*
Every other person: I knew you could do it, stop faking your mental illness!

ice-cream-and-cigarettes:

achievement-hunter:

miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

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(via batsarequiet)

when in doubt, dye your hair and regret it instantly.

"One day I’ll wake up and be glad I did"

— Something I have to keep reminding myself (via satanss-mistress)

(via merrowsith)

"I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything."

— Oscar Wilde (via kushandwizdom)

(via kaynummi)

I think you’re funny
I like your friends
I like the way they treat you

(Source: brujecita, via hellvulpini)

"I drip apologies like a leaky faucet. When I open up to you, I immediately follow it with “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Like I’m apologizing for feeling.
Like I’m apologizing for telling someone who cares about me how I really feel.
When you tried wiping away the tears I left on your shirt I whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”
Like leaving a piece of yourself on someone’s sleeve is something to be ashamed of.
Like showing yourself in your rawest state is something to apologize for.
I stain your lips with the word sorry and leave the after taste of endless apologies after we kiss.
This poem is an apology to all my wasted nights saying sorry to people who never deserved it. Saying sorry as an excuse to stop fighting. Saying sorry for things that did not need an apology followed by them.
This poem is an apology for never saying sorry to the one person who deserved it most: me. I’m sorry for not valuing your actions and feelings enough to let them live without killing them with an apology."

— apologies linger in my mouth like the taste of your tongue (via restrictedthoughts)

(Source: restrictedthoughts, via givemeyourcat)