all-the-flowers

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alyssaemilie:

the little mermaid (1989)

(Source: mermaidcunt)

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jakemalik:

someone is at the door omg

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(Source: googlepoet)

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the fear

it’s a shame I may never have someone.

Today I blew it.
I was going to ask him but I chickened out.
Just like everything else.
Maybe it was better off because he was a sophomore but man.
I really… really, liked him.
Also I saw him for a while.
I almost didn’t see him at first, he happened to catch my eye with his.
I wish I didn’t feel about him the way I do.
But I know deep down it was best to let him go, though it kills me inside.
He’s happy now I hope, or he will be.

It just sucks because I think this kid really did like me, and I was afraid to give it a chance… am I always going to do this?
Am I always going to be afraid of taking chances and learning to break free and become a better person?
I’m sick and tired of being a wallflower, I want to bloom with others.
I just want to know what it’s like to have someone.
I want to fall in love again.
I want someone to fall in love with me.
I want to be happy, and I want to experiene this on my own.
why is it so hard to experience such a thing?
why does this happen to me, am I never going to get the only thing I’ve ever wanted in this world?
All I ask is for is a friend, someone I could go to and they wouldn’t have any problem with me, and would fall in love with all my mistakes and imperfections.
why can’t I find this person?

Am I not good enough?

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the-absolute-best-posts:

mmandaplz:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

this movie makes me cry like a baby

(Source: mydramastage)

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dulcetdecember:

(by Madelyn Jordon)

(Source: dearscience)

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surrogateself:

Inception Deception

LMFAO

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uoa:

do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that

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(Source: dotcore)

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flowers in your hair

(Source: darynberry)

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shedisenchants:

shedisenchants:

so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night

you guys think I’m joking??

hahahaha

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«I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.»

-Andrea Gibson (via rawie)

(Source: idterab)