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peysi:

best-of-reblogs:

anonymouse-the-asian:

maya-why:

dinosoverhumans:

yearns-in-lesbian:

adulthoodisokay:

worldheritagepostorginization:

artemislocheia:

5sos-smut-world:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

World Heritage Post

like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.

reblog to give your friend a bad day

this is the monalisa of tumblr

“And to your right you’ll see the colour of the sky post, and tumblrinas desperately trying to scroll down to it’s end.”

Originally posted by all-the-panic-no-disco

this is it, this post started it all

NOW THAT TUMBLR HAS ANNOUNCED TO SHORTEN LONG POSTS, REBLOG TO TORMENT YOUR FOLLOWERS ONE LAST TIME

alittlefallcfrain:

Someday happy love songs won’t make me cry.

Hi, me from 4 years ago! I love you and your worth is not defined by who didn’t love you. Today I can listen to my love song playlists and have a smile on my face, looking towards the future with hope. You have my heart, all of it 💜

Sometimes you look back on the little things and it’s just like you’re lying face-down on broken glass and every breath cuts you a little like thorns. And you tell yourself, it’s time to let go. You’re free, dammit. You should not be struggling under these chains. It’s been way too long and yet you’re still gasping for air. You’re in the middle of the sea when you realize you don’t know how to doggy-paddle and stay afloat, and you don’t have enough energy to go back to the shore.

You collect things. Self-care notes, cute animal pictures, songs that let you both forget and relive it all. You make mental lists of “this is what I want love to be”, and you make plans for yourself. Maybe that’s how it is. That’s how it goes. That’s how it has to go. A little by little you get to piece your world together, and learn to be a little more guarded, to love yourself a little more. Maybe at some point you won’t feel like you’re drowning.

Have I gotten there yet? Are my smiles real yet? Is the loneliness receding yet?

Time will tell.

Everything just sucks so bad and I’m just trying to be okay dammit. If we had to talk about blame then I think I’m definitely a victim? So why do I feel like I’m being hounded… I’m so tired.

So much of me is made of what you shaped me into… was it real or was it all in my head?

Someday happy love songs won’t make me cry.

I’m back on this account on mobile.

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Are we in the clear yet? Good. // Maybe life is just a road trip between hello and goodbye. // I’m saying sorry for the sake of us. // Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow. // You don’t belong to me, you’re too far away. // Well that’s okay baby only words bleed. // Would you lie with me and just forget the world? // Every bone screaming “I don’t know what we should do”, all I know is darling I was made for loving you. // We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around. // Someday we’ll get it right. // These hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me.

I used to scoff when I heard people say things like “I’m yours” and “you’re mine”, coz people belong to themselves, first and foremost, and they are not others’ possessions. But one thing I’ve only realized very recently is that when we say “you’re mine”, we don’t mean that they belong to us, that we possess them fully. We mean that we have chosen them, out of all the wandering masses in the world. It means that we’re marveling in the wonder that is them. It means that we have chosen them to become a part of our happiness. And when we say “I’m yours”, we mean that we’re willing to put our own will and interests down for someone who may or may not want the best for us. It means that we’re taking a risk and entrusting ourselves to that special someone. It means that we have chosen them to have our hearts for safekeeping. (Thoughts at 00:23, 04/02/16)