September 1, 2014
"I find pieces of you in every song I listen to."

— Unknown (via ayebrummm)

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August 30, 2014

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August 15, 2014

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August 3, 2014
"I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone."

shydeiac  (via saintofsass)

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August 2, 2014

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July 17, 2014
"If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one."

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June 15, 2014

If you love Disney, you must follow this blog!


If you love Disney, you must follow this blog!

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June 11, 2014




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June 4, 2014

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May 7, 2014
"But you’ll love her till it all goes dark, you’ll love her even after that."

She Always Takes It Black Gregory Alan Isakov (via therefined)

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April 5, 2014
"Once you fall in love there’s no going back to being just friends."

— (via ohlovequotes)

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April 2, 2014

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April 1, 2014
"I am an invisible girl who falls for boys that shine like stars."

— an assessment of myself (via starryeyedbabydoll)

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March 31, 2014

And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.

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March 31, 2014
"My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right."

— I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)

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