exhistur:

I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people. 

(via espritinfini)

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"

Some things are better left unsaid (via witcheszbrew)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via dont-worryy-bee-happy)

marina-del-cyrus:

this is the kinda song that i wanna play when i first get my own car. seriously just groovin down the high way then passin through mcdonalds like ridin with ma mc happy mealzzzzzzz

(Source: vcrwheel)