pull me in tighter

i believe in pink. i believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. i believe in kissing, kissing a lot. i believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. i believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. i believe that tomorrow is another day and i believe in miracles.
fire awaaay!

Don’t stumble over something behind you

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(Source: voicefromthepoor)

I am a Millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us “the Global Generation”. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering

Madison Montgomery, American Horror Story

He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave

Jeanette Winterson

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

Jeanette Winterson

Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And there are so many people out there who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.

Letters to Crushes #513739  (via sighpie)

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Is it you, or is it the idea of you?

Is it your kisses, or is it what happens when I think of your kisses?

Is it the way I feel in your arms, or is it the way arms feel around me?

I want to be held.

I don’t want to let you nearer.

I want to be loved.

I don’t want to let you in.

I want to be the last thing you think about before you go to sleep.

I want to be the first thing you think about in the morning.

I don’t want to feel like you’re thinking about me too much.

I don’t want to feel like I mean too much to you.

I want to feel like I mean everything to you.

I want to feel nothing.

I want to take, and take, and take from you.

Take your love. Your affection. Your time. Your words. Your lyrics. Your thoughts.

But I don’t want to give.

I’m not going to give.


Pretty fucking sweet.


Pretty fucking sweet.



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