Best.Of.Me


Angie, 17
"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
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saturdaymorning:

firewuurk-eyes:

saphire-dance:

I’ve decided to design a line of clothing, and I’m going to call it It Has Pockets. It’s going to be a line of simple dresses and skirts and every single one will have fucking pockets.

We should be funding this

Real pockets too. Not those shallow useless pockets

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hqlines:

~ Lauren Conrad

hqlines:

~ Lauren Conrad

(via 50-shades-of-liz)

fruiticorn:

If Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, & My Chemical Romance are the emo trinity that means that FOB is emo Jesus because they died but rose again and MCR is the emo Holy Spirit because you don’t see them anymore but they live within us and PATD is God because they’ve always been there and never gone away

(via 3lectric-fireflies)

layla-miller:

I REALLY HATE WHEN PEOPLE ARE RUDE TO TEACHERS FOR NO REASON

WOW!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO PAY ATTENTION!!!! HOW CRUEL!!!!!

WHOA!!!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO BE IN UNIFORM!!!!!! WHAT A BITCH!!!!!!!!

OH MAN!!!!!!!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO PUT MY PHONE AWAY!!!!!!!! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW SHE’S YELLING AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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barebackinq:

thewrongkhristol:

what i want in a marriage

Where is the sure jan picture

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this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too  (via intensional)

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creepy-enjolras:

petition for FOB and P!ATD to go back to long pun-filled song titles

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seinfelcl:

how dumb is it that we’ve created words we arent supposed to use

(via crunchier)

notesfrombakerst:

ithefool:

lol grammar puns

I laughed too much at this

(via cascadingraindrops)


This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

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YES

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(Source: just-a-penis-with-a-dream, via ckings)


friend: *whispering* if you're stupid say "what"
me: what
friend: OH MAN
OH
OH DEAR FUCKING CHRIST
I GOT YOU SO GOOD, THAT WAS AWESOME
SWEET, SWEET DICKS IN MY MOUTH. I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD. EVER.
JESUS. JESUS HELP ME.

melleverdeen:

Why aren’t there more posts on here about the Scooby Doo movies? Because seriously

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movies

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