swiftbeat:

in chinese style (by jacob_chen)
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.

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At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)

:)

omgsopunk:

I’d like to pick you up, take you into town and eat something, walk around town, watch the stars while holding your hand, take you home, walk you to your door, kiss you on the cheek, and tell you goodnight.

omgsopunk:

I’d like to pick you up, take you into town and eat something, walk around town, watch the stars while holding your hand, take you home, walk you to your door, kiss you on the cheek, and tell you goodnight.

aquaticwonder:

so what are your goals?
clonefusion:

#oh merde she’s hot AND has criminal tendancies #thank god i got this monitor assignment and not the soccermom (alisonisthegreatstar)
I wasn’t your first and we both know this. She had your heart before you knew my name. He had mine before I ever looked twice at you. Most of your stories have her in them and it makes me wince but they’re coming less often and this is something to smile about. When you remember that you met him back when he was the one holding my hand, you try to remember what he looked like but you can’t because it didn’t matter then.
They were first and we both know this. They were the first ones to make us say this is what everyone has been talking about. They were here and they were everything and now they’re not and we are something. I want to thank her for leaving you so softly. You want to punch him for leaving me in pieces.
You weren’t my first and we both know this but that’s okay because maybe I learned all the hard lessons with him. Maybe you learned how to love with her.
I guess what I’m trying to say is there are so many different kinds of love in this world. He was my shot of tequila on an empty stomach and she was your monsoon after the sky forgot how to cry for the entire summer but you’re my bed waiting for me after a long day and I’m your glass of red wine that warms you from the inside.
So what if they were first? This doesn’t make me sad anymore. We both promise to do better this time and I finally believe us.

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Fortesa Latifi - second (via madgirlf)

I never thought me and Robert’s courtship could be summed up. Wow.

(via runandtellalltheneighbors)