CLMR
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posted on September 1st with 765 notes

INSTAGRAM •• @BAREPAWS
I follow back ones I like  xx

INSTAGRAM •• @BAREPAWS

I follow back ones I like
xx

posted on September 1st
filed under: instagram

Tell me not to buy this.•• edit: i didn’t buy it cause my ass is broke no joke

Tell me not to buy this.


•• edit: i didn’t buy it cause my ass is broke no joke

posted on September 1st
filed under: me selfie

I miss people even when I’m with them because I know in the end everyone leaves.
—(via writepoemsaboutme)
posted on September 1st with 11 notes
filed under: quote

posted on August 31st with 307 notes

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
—Unknown
posted on August 31st with 562,958 notes

That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul.
—Chasing Imperfection (Pamela Ann)
posted on August 31st with 2,938 notes
filed under: quote

No human should mislead another by promising them something they know to be untrue.
—Santosh Kalwar
posted on August 31st with 1,354 notes
filed under: !!

He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
—Jeanette Winterson
posted on August 31st with 62,576 notes
filed under: quote

posted on August 31st with 96,747 notes

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

(via keep-that-pussy-wet)

Fuck.

(via maddiejayy)

posted on August 31st with 129,882 notes
filed under: FUCK

My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
— (58/365) by (KJ)
posted on August 31st with 69,613 notes
filed under: quote

Title: Love More
Artist: Bon Iver
Plays: 11495

loseyourkeyss:

this gave me goosebumps the first time I heard it and I’ve reblogged it like 10 times since

posted on August 31st with 1,706 notes

don’t make the mistake of looking too closely at your life, kids

posted on August 31st with 1 note

I am drowning in my own inadequacies
One month ago I had a boyfriend and job and now I have neither

my life is exactly where it was when I got back from Australia one year ago
I don’t know why I came back

posted on August 31st with 1 note

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