leviathans-in-the-tardis:

you don’t realise how much tumblr has changed your view on things until you spend time with friends who don’t have tumblr and they say something and you’re just like

oh

dippity-do-not-touch-me:

once my sister got rejected for a job at a web design company that she really wanted to work for so that night she hacked into their website and redirected it to her blog and the next day the CEO called her and hired her on the spot so moral of the story: if at first you don’t succeed, hack their website and make them beg for mercy 

"The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other."
Osho (via notebookings)

(Source: psych-facts)

pulchritudinous-mindds:

 
"We’re not the same person we were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. We’re constantly changing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life."
Unknown (via faithhealthlife)

(Source: mourningmelody)

"

"You won’t love me one day," I told him as we lay on the grass in the dark.

He wrapped his arms around me a little tighter and held me for a while, not speaking.

"I will always love you, unconditionally and without exception." He murmured, his breath tickling my ear.

I shifted positions to face him. “I don’t think so. You’ll leave one day, and you’ll find a girl who isn’t half as messed up as me.”

I think I caught him off guard because he didn’t know what to say.

I wanted to tell him to reassure me that he wouldn’t leave; I wanted to ask him to lie to me and say he would stay and that we could have our own perfect happy ending. I wanted to scream and shout and make him promise things I knew I had no right to demand. But I knew I had no right, so I stayed silent.

And still he said nothing. Instead, his arms tensed and we lay on the grass in silence.

Then somewhere between 1am and dawn he fell asleep, and his arms slackened.

All I felt then was emptiness as his soft snoring gave rise to the realisation that not only had I lost him, I never really had him to begin with.

"
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #6 (via blossomfully)