On Halloween, Irish peasants would beg the rich...
and my heart left my chest, so forgive me– thoughtlife - emery
I really like him
No, really, I do. I just think of the little things. They make me smile. At the same time they make me want to cry my eyes out, unjustifiably. I just like him. I want him to hold my hand and then I’ll catch him looking at me and we’ll smile together and my heart will melt. melt melt melt. i want to drive drive drive into the dark, blasting a subpar cd and feeling explosions when...
i'm having computer issues.
someone help meeeeeeeeeeee whine whine whine whine whinnnne [no really though, can someone help me out? it has to do with a doing a system recovery… please and THANKSSSSS] (i could just ask him… but i’m uh, avoiding talk to him. not pleased with this whole situation lately.)
but i can't hide that i've relied on you,
andrewfuckingmcmahon: wolphcubz: queefs: like yellow does on blue ♥ ♥ ♥
Oh God, please don’t tell me this has been in vain. I need answers for...– kill - jimmy eat world. absolutely one of my favourite songs of all time
Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man...– Joanne Woodward (via quote-book) (via kari-shma) (via middlekid) (via ddevvinn) he has to be able to make me laugh. that’s the main rule. and i’ve got one obscure, dry sense of humour.
If someone wants to be a part of your life they’ll make an effort to be in it so...– (via goodbyekisses)
She hadn’t felt so fluttery, so shaky, and so speechless around a guy in a...– (from an unfinished story I wrote. fitting these days.)
You know what sucks,
flurries: highanddriving:beforetoday:whiskeyhands:ohmyveronica: when you like someone and they dont like you back. and you like them a lot. oh life.