January 2012
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Short Story Number Six Hundred and Sixty Eight
keremmermutlu:
This time last year we were kind of broken and not really ok. We had broken things rattling around inside us. We had strange dreams that didn’t make any sense. And I’m not sure what to expect anymore, but I do know that the things we want are getting closer and closer. I look at you and you look at me. I hold your hand and you hold mine. And this is what makes us happy. This is...
“The true meaning of Christmas was never found under a tree, but was nailed to...”
– (via versolalto)
“That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”
– John Green (via forgettingthesefears)
unafraidunashamed:
I Want The One I Can’t Have -...
Nothing Gold Can Stay. ♥: Insecurity. →
rahhrahhlikeadungeondragonn:
We all go home at the end of the day and there’s something that eats away at us. Its hungry and it feeds off of our insecurites. The things that we’re ashamed of in ourselves or the things we are embaressed about.
Don’t feed it. Snatch away the fuel and the fire will slowly sizzle away….
