People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

" — Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them  (via bluegirls)

(via this--too--shall--pass)


I still have hope though somehow. Like a part of me thinks they will make a comeback. But the realistic part of me knows we are so done for.


This is a reminder for you. You are loved. You are special. It is okay to cry and scream. It is okay to be home from school if you feel anxious or need to be alone and cry all day or if you just got three hours of sleep. You are strong even if you relapsed in your recovery. You are worthy even if all you did today was just lying in bed and watch netflix. You are a great person even if you have said or done some stupid things. You deserve the feeling of loving yourself.

(via shessoprettywhenshelies)


never let your printer know that you waited until the last minute to print something and you’re in a hurry. they can sense fear

(via shessoprettywhenshelies)


I’m actually so past done. This is fucking brutal.

(via diaryofaphillyfan)


i want craig berube to kill this entire team.

(via diaryofaphillyfan)


my blog will make you horny ;)
"I want you. I want us. I want it all. With you. Only you." — (via 441miles)

(Source: imaloveyoutilltheend, via yachobscoracek)