It all ends here

lizzymercierdescloux1979:

things girls do that I love:

  • offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
  • scratch each others back
  • say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
  • compliment each other’s eyebrows 
  • that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly 
  • throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up 

(via motherofsoutherncharm)

Sometimes people throw away something good for something better, only to find out later that good was actually good enough and better never came close.

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

—Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

(Source: langleav, via recklesscoast)

Nobody has ever left me just once. They always come back to see how their absence dulled the vibrance in my eyes before disappearing again.

—(trm) returning (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: acutelesbian, via satans-testicle)