becausewhynoteathumans:

im really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time

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Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and for making unworthy people a priority in my life — (via avvfvl)

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I am not a bus stop; I am not a space for you to fill until better comes along. I am your 2 AM conversations under starry skies. I am the sheets that will still be wrapped around you in the morning. I am sex in the shower and your candlelit dinner. I am your emergency contact, the hairs you find in the car. I am your Sunday drive and your Wednesday lunch. I am mismatched socks and late night tears. I am the ring around your finger, the ring for your keys. I may not be your first kiss, but I intend to be your last. Do not kiss me if your intentions are not the same. — notes to future lovers, kent w. (via loiseauencage)

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coltre:

" I think I might always be in some kind of love with you. "

coltre:

" I think I might always be in some kind of love with you. "

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It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you. — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bmurguia)

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If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice.

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crystalmethalicious:

I don’t think people realise how hard it is to re-discover the person you were before depression or even try to remember your own personality

🙌🙌🙌

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Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and for making unworthy people a priority in my life

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Never regret being nice but the other 2 YES

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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty. — (via clumsiest)

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