love is honestly so much less than everyone works it up to be. i think the only reason it seems so special is because you can’t explain it away like you can with other feelings. but if nobody can explain it, nobody knows what it really honestly is, then does it even exist? i think that if you think you love someone, you do. so, fuck, tell them. kiss them in front of people, tell them you love them whenever you can, don’t think before you speak. and don’t let anyone tell you you’re wrong, because how the hell do they know if you’re in love or not? how will they ever know?
If a guy would just come make out with me and stuff…I’d be okay with that.
do you ever look at your own blog and tell yourself “wow you have great taste in everything”
because i do
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(Source: lonely-unicorn, via pretendency)
rest easy
faith without religion
tragedy versus loss
rightfully idolized in his absence
we can’t help but wonder
because they don’t seem to understand
that this life
this life that has barely begun
is gone
gone with a smile, disappeared with a laugh
bouncing off each memory
those who would kill to know the last thoughts
don’t realize the irony-
He wanted to know the memories, the beliefs
so He killed.
He killed
that’s all it takes for the rest of us to survive.
