Here’s to the nights that turned into mornings.
“… she has feelings. she has heart. in fact, she probably has a bigger heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to the mess that is your life, and she likes you anyway. she obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.”
jinstr asked: I'm seriously about to reblog like every picture you've posted. Is that weird. Is it? I'm doing it anyway
Lol not weird what so ever. Miss you!
But why we gotta argue, why we gotta fight I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right It’s like we both forgot what we were fighting for. So baby tell me why are we at war?
“Her heart isn’t as pretty as her face.”
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When I was young, my parents planted seeds of hope in me and as I grew, I sprouted into a naive flower that bloomed on a sidewalk crack. I watched as mothers walked by, warning their kids not to step on me or they’d be breaking their backs. But I wanted to yell go ahead, look at me,…
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She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
—The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via stayandpleasebemine)
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