One day I’m really gonna get tired of your shit and I’m gonna leave. I’m going to leave and not come back. I promise. You’ll ask me to come home and I won’t because this house is not a home. I hate it here.

"There are two kinds of people in this world, hopeless romantics and realists. A realist just sees that face and packs it in with every other pretty girl they’ve ever seen before. A hopeless romantic becomes convinced that God put them on earth to be with that one person. But there is no God, and life is only as meaningful as you fool yourself into thinking it is."
- Stuck in love (via lildinosaur)
"We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there."
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(via paulwes)

Everyone has their own love language. That’s one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned.

(via pleasedontcallmelhead)

I have to remind myself of this constantly.

(via dxglitter)

(Source: psych-facts, via thelostwonderingwanderer)

"Los sentimientos ligeros se los lleva el viento, por desgracia los míos son demasiado fuertes."
- Autobiografía, Sanddy García (via sanddyg)

(via ruvb)

theemuka:

i’m literally coming to the realization that i’m not close to anybody anymore and it sucks

(via homonica)

I hope one day

somebody loves you
so much

that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips,

that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing,
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways,

that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.

(Source: tristamateer, via livelong-mywaywardson)