sitting in silence with your best friend is actually really nice because youre together and youre just happy to be together even if the both of you are just scrolling through tumblr and twitter because you occasionally point something else to the other person and laugh and maybe talk but youre just comfortable and together and thats enough
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming." -Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via michaela-margaret)
"Never beg someone to stay"-my five word story (via letterstothomas)
"All I wanted was to receive the love I gave."-10 word story (via suchvodka)
You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
If we’re dating and you don’t let me pretend to play bongo drums on your butt then guess what? We’re through
the Clue Klux Klan…solving mysteries in a racist sort of way
i think you mean “the police department”
JENNIFER WAS LITERALLY REACTING TO NOTHING WHILE GOING UP THE TUBE INTO THE ARENA AFTER CINNA WAS KILLED RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER, SHE WAS LITERALLY STANDING IN AN EMPTY ROOM WITH A GREEN SCREEN AND JUST POURING OUT HER EMOTIONS WHEN ALL SHE HAD TO LOOK AT WERE GREEN WALLS AND THE CEILING
TELL ME THIS ISN’T GREAT ACTING I DARE U