"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."
This is the bed where we fell in love.
(Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.)
This is where we slept before we slept together.
This is where we made music and art before we made love.
This is where girls and guys could be just friends.
This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)
This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.
This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave.
This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere.
This is where we talked until the sun came up.
This is where I drew branches on your arm.
This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)
This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place.
This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.)
This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.
This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me.
This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)
This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)
This is where we decided we were in love with each other.
This is where you loved me for the first time.
This is where you loved me a lot more times.
This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first.
This is where you read me your favorite books.
This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all.
This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation.
This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.
This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.
This is where you told me I never had to.
This is where I fell in love with my best friend.
This is not where we will continue to love.
My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia.
We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much.
this is so beautiful
Wow, this is so beautiful.
This is amazing.
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
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do you ever feel like you aren’t good enough for someone so you literally just give up
convinced that Jen wants to be a Disney character
I know smoking isn’t very healthy or whatever and people get so mad when you say it’s attractive but there’s just something about the connotation behind smoking that makes it nice, the way a person seems so at ease when they smoke makes it so attractive. The positive connotation that the persons a free spirit or a rebel or anything really, but i feel like the main idea is a sense of individuality. I love watching people smoke and do tricks like they’re in their own little world because they kinda are. That’s sorta stupid, but whatever.
i’ve forgotten how many times i’ve reblogged this
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or turn it into a fuCKing COMPETITION.
This mother fucking post. Thank you.
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Blocklava (via blocklava
♡ Love and LDR ♡
Well, he was sorta asking for it, dressing in such flammable clothing.
if he didnt want to get set on fire, he should have stayed indoors
He was probably drinking that night, alcohol makes you susceptible to fire.
If it’s a legitimate inferno, the male body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.
God I love you, Internet.
Why didn’t he stop, drop, and roll? He should have stopped, dropped, and rolled. He must have secretly wanted it.
If you read the article, eyewitnesses said the man had purchased a lighter earlier that same day. Dude probably set himself on fire and lied about it. Typical.
He should have relaxed and enjoyed it. After all it was just a bit of kindling cuddling
We need to start educating people about wearing fire-safe clothing and carrying extinguishers with them at all times. For their own safety.
Everytime i see this, the comments keep getting better
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"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did
i’m just going to reblog this over and over again until i give myself carpal tunnel
saying women shouldn’t be allowed to get abortions because they were the ones who had unprotected sex is like saying smokers shouldn’t receive treatment for lung cancer or drivers shouldn’t receive treatment in a car crash because they knew the risks when they got a driving license
I think it’s safe to say you’re probably smarter than a lot of the government.
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it ok to not be ready
Please spread this shit like wildfire. People go on and sit through the whole experience and they’re uncomfortable because they just want to please their partner and they don’t tell them that they want to stop because they are not ready. It’s okay not to be ready.