We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via queenforbes)

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teenagenicks:

me in like 20 years

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Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.
St. Augustine (via blakebaggott)

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dianaspot:

image of Princess Diana on a yacht in Portofino, Italy, in August 1997.

dianaspot:

image of Princess Diana on a yacht in Portofino, Italy, in August 1997.

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They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction—and from attachment to attachment.
Yasmin Mogahed (via perfect)

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It’s not about who you want to spend your Friday night with, but who you want to spend all day Saturday with.
Friends With Benefits (2012)

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I flinch
every time you call me
beautiful
because I long ago
promised myself
that I would never let
another person
dictate how I felt.
Everything you say to me
throws my stomach into
a chaotic panic
nerves bouncing through
my body like ecstasy.
I am trying to
stay in control.
You are not helping.
Michelle K., I Hate How You Make Me Feel.  (via rosyblooms)

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You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it.
That the brightest flame burns quickest.
Which means you saw us as a candle.
And I saw us as the sun.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via larmoyante)

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