Im Just A Drop In The Ocean

Julez, 20

Life is way to short to take it slow.

September 17, 2014 at 10:15pm
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yelyahwilliams:

marielxhearts:

Hayley what glitter do you use? That is amazing shine power!!!

that’s some urban decay glitter pen thing with mac glitter pigment on top! layer that shiz all day!!!

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September 16, 2014 at 7:34pm
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7:32pm
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7:32pm
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To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but still aloud: and I think you will be happier for the trouble

— Bill Waterson.

6:53pm
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September 15, 2014 at 7:56am
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thefaultinourchickennuggets:

benedictcumberbatchsgirlfriend:

fuckyeahprongs:

melody-of-the-sea:

I think most of their paycheck went to fixing the set

the 2nd gif is just great

I love how 10 years later and they’re still the exact same as their characters

Emma’s freaking out

Dan’s just like ‘put it back, pretend it didn’t happen’

And Rupert thinks it’s hilarious

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12:03am
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Tonight is the kind of night I just want to cuddle! For real people, I don’t care if you wanna be the little spoon or the big one: I’m very flexible, please cuddle me.

September 14, 2014 at 9:12am
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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

— Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth"   (via terrible)

Holy shit

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chelseaalysse:

"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

I’ve always seen this gif and never really understood it till now. So heartbreaking. 

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September 13, 2014 at 11:15pm
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