I almost do

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.

Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other. —Ten Word Poem #6 via (via missinyouiskillingme)


there should be an avengers tv show but it should be filmed and executed like parks and rec


pokemon: “we put a Great Ball in a trash can on the SS Anne once and players are now compelled to check literally every single trash can in every single game”

What if I never fall in love again? I’m scared that it will just be you, while you’re off falling in love with her, slowly forgetting how it felt, to love me. —No one understands how much admiration and adoration I have for you. It terrifies me -(t.i.f.)
and maybe you gave him
more love
than his heart could hold. —'capacity' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via missinyouiskillingme)
I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up. —Unknown (via missinyouiskillingme)
The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn’t just happen once. I lose you every single day that we don’t speak. When I wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn’t there, and when I go to sleep at night after I realise that the only person I want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn’t there. And I lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you, go to call you, and then I don’t. I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, but that’s not true. I miss you when I’m around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you’re always there…somewhere. I can’t not think about you. It’s only when I’m asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking and wanting and missing. But, then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, see that you didn’t call and I just know I’m going to feel it all over again. —p.o. (via missinyouiskillingme)
The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe. —Lena Horne (via paarasytes)



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me: i hate boys, they ruin my life, i’m wearing off them forever

*cute boy texts me*

me: well…there’s been a change of plans… 


i wanna date someone and live with them in a lousy apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of stuff we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect


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