xgxxna:
“How true is this
”

xgxxna:

How true is this

I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

(via mangohtangoh)

there’s a needle in my vein
spilling your name into my bloodstream
and I drank two bottles of whiskey
hoping if I threw up
the taste of your mouth would pour out into the toilet.

I want to flush away the memory of your skin
how you sleep
at 4 am
how you fuck
at 10.

I think of the nights
we got too drunk
and spilled the bottle of our souls
onto each other’s finger tips
and I think of the nights
we lay intertwined
coming down
while the sun was coming up.

there are still times
when the moons glossing over the grey sky
where I resist the urge
to try you again.

there are still times
when the stars align perfectly
the way they did that night last march
where I crave your breath
your skin
you you you.

you’re the worst drug I’ve ever been hooked on
so I put the bottles down
onto the coffee table
next to the hope
that we could ever be something
other than a quick fix
when old habits die hard
and we find ourselves weak.

my hands are shaking
like that early morning in may
and I want to call you
I want to do this all over again.
but you are not what I need.
you are not what I need anymore.

I thought it was love, maybe it was just the drugs (via can–not)

captainpeony:

Also. As much as I love Clarke and Lexa, I wish it felt less like the show was making them their sole queer representation. Outside of clarke, lexa, and the other chick, I have seen zero homo. It’s like they’re saying LOOK. WE HAVE A BIG GAY. LOOK AT OUR BIG GAY. And it’s the friends not food finding nemo sharks who are absolutely the only ones of their kind and who inevitably start gagging for tuna.

The date is the 16th Of April, 2015. 1.47.a.m- You’re here, you’re finally here. In my arms, your golden blonde hair is resting on my chest as you passed out crying. It’s as if streaks of pure sunlight glowed among the darkness in your room, flowed like a river across my hands and ribcage in what it seems like a enclosed box. Remember how I used to be jealous because you kissed your ex but I still hide it anyway. You knew how I felt but you played your cards right, you didn’t make me feel like total shit. Now here you are, you’re like an angel. You’re just missing your halo and wings. I didn’t notice how you treated me for being nice. I didn’t notice how much you really tried to make me feel happy. At the time I was really obsessed with you, I noticed every single freckle across your beautiful pale face. I noticed every cut on your thighs and arms. I noticed burn marks. I noticed your favourite cigarettes in your blue jeans, always at the back left pocket. I noticed how your eyes glowed in a transcendent forest green in pure sunlight. I wish I paid more attention to you in that night. I kissed you and fell asleep because I can’t take the fact that you ran from having dinner with me, just to go to the toilet to hurt yourself. I promise you from now on, I’ll be your personal guardian. Not just your boyfriend. I then kissed your cheek, counted the freckles on your cheek as I slowly doze off to join the darkness in my head. Goodnight angel, this time… I’ll be here when you wake up. -(Isy// I promise to love you when I become an angel)

nature-mami:
“ fearless-knight:
“ royalragsclothing:
“ riskpig:
“ luthienebonyx:
“ telanu:
“ britney2007spears:
“ hoodoo-hoodlum:
“ I’m so mad because this worked
”
help me roger
”
Reblogging myself because
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nature-mami:

fearless-knight:

royalragsclothing:

riskpig:

luthienebonyx:

telanu:

britney2007spears:

hoodoo-hoodlum:

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

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Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

Me when i find out who the math teacher is

The fact that this actually worked!! In a week at that!! ❤️❤️

Lemme reblog again

(via goodgaldes)

Anonymous asked: Signs as free! Ships? Please...

animezodiacstufff:

The Signs As Free! Ships


Aries: SouHaru

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Originally posted by ichigo-day

Taurus: SouMako

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Originally posted by dailyfreegifs

Gemini: RinHaru

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Cancer: SouRin

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Originally posted by shusuis

Leo: ReiGisa

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Originally posted by tsurumaaru

Virgo: MakoHaru

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Originally posted by miizudere

Libra: Gou x Momo

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Originally posted by yakumocchi

Scorpio: Gou x Seijuro

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Originally posted by shigino

Sagittarius: MomoTori

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Originally posted by k-atsuragi

Capricorn: RinTori

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Originally posted by kyungsi

Aquarius: Kisumi x Everyone

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Originally posted by biriwashere

Pisces: RinRei

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Originally posted by shigino

I feel like it’s a sin to make this without the free! high speed ships but i guess i’ll just update it once the movie is on the internet… also i really wanted to add goro x miho but

samurai-husky:
“Are we gonna ignore this??????
”

samurai-husky:

Are we gonna ignore this??????

(via samurai-husky-deactivated201812)

crying-over-southpark:
““Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, Clyde?”
Would you sleep with me, Clyde?
CLYDEMAN IS CANON
”

crying-over-southpark:

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, Clyde?”
Would you sleep with me, Clyde?

CLYDEMAN IS CANON