stop exsisting, start living.
"to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all."
-Oscar Wilde

i hope you fall in love with someone who makes you question why you ever thought you would be better off alone

(Source: lalondes, via nodigg-itynodoubt)

allblackerrthingus:

Everything Hip-hop/Fashion

princess-of-lore:

mycheekyfinn:

official-nasa:

monilip:

dont-stop-runninggg:

knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

That was deeper.

common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

(Source: whattt-fucking-ever, via pixi3e)

One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
by Unknown  (via scarfacebeee)

(Source: ashleeeyyyyx3, via partytillthemorninsun)

asian:

I really like you but you’re an ocean and I’m just a wave

(Source: asian, via livelaughsingdanceusme)

jaayaree:

Have mercy

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.


by It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via partytillthemorninsun)

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.
by

― Lucille Ball (via psych-quotes)

" i love me enough for all of us " 

(via jheneaiko)

(via partytillthemorninsun)

If you show me you don’t give a fuck, I’ll show you that I’m better at it
by (via crazed-individual)

(Source: crazed-individual, via partytillthemorninsun)

dumbl-edore:

if anything should have a ask limit it should be my parents

(via partytillthemorninsun)

Because alcohol tastes better than tears.
by Six Word Story (via icekq)

(Source: thestarstheyshineforyou, via partytillthemorninsun)

Make damn sure what you’re waiting for, is worth the fucking wait.
by (via girlsjunk)

(Source: williamchapmanwritings, via partytillthemorninsun)

nicolezai:

She got them

(Source: jackthemother, via partytillthemorninsun)