Today is your Day..

If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.
Missing her kept him awake more than the coffee.
I’m definitely pro-selfie. I think that anybody who’s anti-selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t Google, you know, ‘What does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing.

thiswildheartofmine:

justimprobable:

myfandomsarebetterthanyours:

fuckinq:

sexcake:

does anyone else accidentally stare at a boys penis when hes wearing pants

me but it’s never an accident

DO GIRLS REALLY DO THIS

yep, I’m just like, how can you hide a penis there? like where does it go?

it’s not even in a sexual way, i’m just like, how does it fit in there? is it uncomfortable?

(via tellmeimdifferentt)

I was the one who loved you even when you gave me thousands of reasons not to.

castielsteenwolf:

i hate when ppl are like “ew he’s ugly he has acne”

like u do know that people can’t control their acne 

it’s not their fault

don’t be a dick

(via shot-me-out-of-the-sky23)

I haven’t stopped thinking about him, and it’s made a mess of me. Nothing happened between us. Nothing physical, anyway. We never touched, and after a while, we hardly even spoke. But I felt different.
He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly, dreadfully in love with him. Overnight, she’d become a fool.
Why shouldn’t I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they’re loved and wanted and then show them that it’s all a sham.
I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
I was beginning to wonder if this was just how it was supposed to be for me, like perhaps I wasn’t capable of having that many people in my life at any one time.
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