intylerwetrust16:

I seriously fucking hate the thought of someone else wrapping their arms around you.

ussawesome:

when you spell a word so wrong that spell check is like i dont know what to tell u man

heros-of-the-bluebox:

sluttyoliveoil:

cough

rough

though

through

why dont these words rhyme

but for some god forsaken reason pony and bologna do

We were so close, back to back. Last night was so much fun, but I couldn’t enjoy it because all I wanted to do was grab your hand and dance with you.

lampsu:

have you ever had a friend who you love to death but at the same time you fucking hate them and every once in a while you get an extremely strong urge to beat the shit out of them

solarphoenixbreda:

londoin:

do you ever get a weird crush on someone that’s not even attractive but you’re just attracted to them and you don’t know why

Soul attraction my nigga

Take as many selfies as you want. Who cares when people look on your phone and think your weird. When you’re old you can show them to your kids and laugh.

Answer the boy that you shouldn’t. If he thought about you enough to message you, answer him. Text him when you’re drunk too. It was fun and in a few years it won’t make a difference that you did.

Dance. All the time. Always listen to your music too loud.

Be lazy. Watch disney movies all day while drinking tea under comfy blankets. Ignore your piles of homework.

Let yourself be sad. Don’t try and fight it. If you’re going to hurt, may as well let it be brutal. Listen to sad music. Watch sad movies. Cry your heart out.

Be a tease. Who cares what the boys say about it. Kiss them til they’re in agony, then stop. Put your head on their chest. They’ll hate you for it, but you’ll love yourself for it later.

Don’t style your hair. Especially on a windy day. Let it be wild and messy.

Love your parents. When you’re in an irritable mood, stay away from them. Lock yourself in your room. They don’t deserve your attitude.

Swear. There’s something extremely satisfying about it.

Write things down. Let your feelings bleed on to paper. Write down memories. Happy and sad.

Take pride that you love Harry Potter, or Sherlock or collecting coins or whatever it is you love. If people don’t love you for it, then what’s your use for them anyways?

Be selfish. Break somebody’s heart if it’s necessary for your own well being. It is not cruel to put yourself first. Never settle.

Believe in everything. Who’s to say it isn’t allowed? Have your own thoughts on life and death, not anybody else’s. Don’t be scared to admit death is something you look forward too, even if just out of curiosity. Or to admit you’re terrified of it.

Go outside in the rain and let it soak through your clothes. Kiss too many boys. Get too drunk. Laugh too hard with you best friend in a public place. Stare at your ceiling and be glad simply because you exist in such a complicated, breathtaking universe. Don’t conform to anything, go your own way. Find what makes you feel alive, and chase after it with all your soul.

-My advice on how to live

― Kirsten Cordingley (via thosebeautifulwords)

jetbag:

someone in the world is probably listening to the same music as you and I think that’s pretty cool

quinngingerlove:

archicide:

"we almost dated" is such a weird relationship to have with someone

Plus the sequel “we never got closure”

And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”