Ehhhhhhhhhh :/

like 98% of my problems would be solved if I stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down

She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep like a long lost friend, because it was the only way she was able to end the worst day of her life

tomorrow will be better. (via wannabewritingnow)

Types of kisses

1. Where both are breathless from the kisses

2. Hands in each others hair messing each other’s hair up (and then fixing it for each other)

3. Both leaning against each other supporting each other up 

4. The kiss that leaves a tingly feeling for the whole day and makes you want more 

5. Kisses that trail from the collar bone to the neck up to the jaw, to the cheek, getting closer and closer to the lips until the two finally kiss 

6. Soft kissing to both of them kissing passionately not letting each other go even though they have to leave 

7. Kissing and realizing that this is the person they love and smiling because they know that the other loves them back just as much

8. A surprise kiss from the one who never makes the first move 

9. Comforting kisses….the sweet little light ones

10. To make the other shut up from the idiotic nonsense the other is talking about but hey you both enjoy it so the other person is going to say idiotic nonsense more often 

Hopefully these are good…..

Writing prompt 13

“Kid, come down from there. We need to talk about what happened.”

“I would but, I’m busy packing. You see, I’ve decided to move to Canada, where everyone is nice and the shame and humiliation of tonight shant follow me.”

“I realised something,” she says in quiet disbelief. “What’s that?” Her best friend asks in reply. “Home isn’t four walls and a roof. It isn’t two hands and a heartbeat. It’s all of that and none of it.” Her friend frowns, “Explain.” “Home is the sound of your best friend’s laughter at three o'clock in the morning after she’s been crying since midnight. Home is riding in the car with the windows down in the middle of the day during autumn. Home is your favourite song, your favourite book. Home is seeing your mom cooking breakfast in her pjs after you’ve stayed up all night talking. Home is when you see your brother finally make that homerun even if you don’t care for sports. Home is the little things; the things you might not remember a year from then, but they matter. They’re the most important moments because when they all come together under a roof filled with terrible singing and laughing and food, you know in your heart you don’t want to be anywhere else.”

adrian d epps // Home (via excerptx-and-quotex)

“I’m sorry that I am not who I used to be”

-Day 493

Unknown

She carries her own little universe within herself, every single content paints her life story and reminds her that she’s a piece of it, the stars remind her of never giving up, of always seeing the good in bad and even when you’re at your worst you should just keep shining, the clouds remind her of how important it is to travel, to see the beauty of this world and to breathe a different air and to get lost in a foreign city, the hurricanes remind her of the past, of the fact that it may hurt, but accepting all that pain makes you stronger and wiser, everything can change in a minute and we have no control on anything, the sunsets and sunrises remind her of how beautiful it is to continue doing your thing, even when nobody notices you, because it doesn’t mean that you suck, at the end of the day, you should do things for yourself first, the rain reminds her of the fact that letting emotions out is always good to do, because in order to grow and to bloom you have to cry at first, the air reminds her of being kind to others, to always help them and show them that life is truly beautiful, you know you have lived when someone tells you “because of you, i never gave up.”

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breathe a different air, please!!

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