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Why I love bats

lovelikesagander:

JUST LOOK AT THEM

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BEING ALL HAPPY AND SHIT LIKE

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I GOTS THE WATERMELON

LOOK AT ME BEIN’ A BATRITO

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THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE

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AND THEIR WINGS ARE SO PRETTY

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AND LOOK AT THEIR LITLLE FACES

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AND THEIR WEIRD LITTLE NOSES

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AND THEIR LITTLE CLAWS

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AND THE AWKWARD WAY THEY WALK

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DOESN’T THAT JUST MAKE YOU FUCKING MELT?

lovelikesagander

I saw you at your worst and I stayed. You saw me at my best and you still left.

sarabatikha

"I can’t want you anymore. It’s killing me."

(via these-greatexpectations)

these-greatexpectations
andmaybeimnotperfect

"I wanted to be your first love just as much as I wanted to be your last, and that fucked me up more than anything."

No Man’s Land  (via sobbingkitty)

towritepoems

"If I could read other people’s minds, I would not invade your privacy, instead I would eavesdrop on every passer by, tattoo my arms with all the nice things they wanted to say..
It wouldn’t even take a single day to cover this body in all of the nice things people didn’t think you needed to hear."

"A Letter To Sarah" / Jared Singer

"The fucking thought of you with somebody else, I don’t like that."

Tyler the Creator  (via sugarsickness)

baldballerbobby

turkeytree:

chelseaalysse:

"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

I’ve always seen this gif and never really understood it till now. So heartbreaking. 

this whole thing really fucks me up man

edgarwrights

"You want honesty?
I wasn’t sure if you could handle it,
but since you’re so eager to hear it,
and since I’m a terrible liar,
you should know that every time
you do as little as look at me,
I can feel my dignity fall to the ground.
I’d stand in the bitter cold for hours
if that meant you would stay warm.
I’d rather gouge my own eyes out
than to see you fall for someone else.
And it wasn’t until you left,
when I realized that I have
a terribly addictive personality.
I’m sorry, my love.
I hope that wasn’t too much.
Because, in all honesty,
that wasn’t even
the half of it."

Connotativewords | jl | Why It Still Hurts (via connotativewords)

connotativewords
thelovenotebook

the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

jewist
avggie:

"i was never quite the same after you"

avggie:

"i was never quite the same after you"

avggie
symptomize

"We’ll never be just friends, there’s always more to us."

10 word poem #7

"Even at your worst, you are fucking incredible."

Buddy Wakefield (via anotherworldleader)

anotherworldleader