I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.

you’ll miss me- jlw (via burgundythoughts)
A girl canal dream (via universal-crush)

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thekatitube:

DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY

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ladystilts:

This is the kind of boyfriend I need.

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You deserve to remember me for the rest of your life

I hope that one day
when your bride is trudging down the isle,
through your apparent happiness,
I hope you think of me.
I hope you wonder where I am,
and what I’m doing.
I hope you wonder what we’d be doing,
hadn’t you left.

I hope that one day
as you eat cold pizza on a Friday night,
at the end of yet another dull week,
across the table from the same woman
who brings you no inherent happiness or excitement,
you think of me.

I hope that when you’re sitting with your fists balled up,
and you head swirling with the effects of alcohol,
beaten over divorce papers,
you remember me
and wonder where, and how, things went so awfully wrong.

Even when you are on your deathbed,
I hope that you reflect on your life, and remember my iridescence.
I hope you remember my light that shone through the cracks of your gray mind.
But most of all,
I hope you remember how I saw you naked from your pretenses and performances, and I still unconditionally loved you.
And I hope you are truly sorry.

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You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
Pan’s Labryrinth (via marcescentfleur)

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All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch)

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You are a
hurricane of
a girl;

remember
to breathe
every once

and a while,
do not drown
within your
own storm.

Don’t fall in love with a curious one. They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like. They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt. They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person. They will ask why. They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals. The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides. They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream for joy, and anger, and heartbreak. Their skin will turn into pages that you learn to pour out your entire being in. Don’t fall in love with the curious one. They won’t let a sigh go unexplained. They will want to know what they did. Exactly what they did to make you love them. Year, month, week, day. “What time was it? What did I say? What did I do? How did you feel?” Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there. They will unbutton your shirt and read every scar every mark every curve. They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls. You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long. There is no ache like loving a curious one who chases every falling star and never catching one. Who comes and sees and conquers and leaves. I’ve fallen in love with a curious one. Maybe one day he will take the train back home and be curious enough to read one last message from me carved on a seat. “There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”
Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via 4thletter)

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beben-eleben:

Lower your living room to create a conversation pit.

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The bi-level living room will give your home an incredibly spacious yet cozy effect.

Turn an attic nook into a pillow room.

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What is life but one long, perpetual movie-night slumber party?

Display your book collection under the stairs.

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Or use the space underneath for storage.

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Or use that space for a book nook.

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So much cozy.

Dogs are people, too, which is why your dog should probably get his or her own little haven underneath the stairs.

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Make space for two dishwashers instead of one.

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You can load one while the other washes.

If you’re doing a HUGE remodel, ask your contractor about tacking on a treehouse or guesthouse.

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This add-on might cost less than you think.

Turn your shabby garden shed into a charming artist’s shed.

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With big windows for lots of light and visual inspiration.

Install an in-wall pest control system.

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Pest-tube installation means that all the exterminator has to do is inject some stuff into one end to keep insects and rodents away.

Maximize your space with baseboard drawers.

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Especially in the kitchen and bathroom.

Consider a hidden room.

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Sometimes it’s as simple as adding a bookcase to a door.

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yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

Happy International Women’s Day

I want to find a man like this

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Jestel :). 17 y/o. In love with my bestfriend..
| Wizard ϟ Harry Potter ϟ || Demigod ψ|
Waiting. Hoping. Praying :)

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