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I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship comes along you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how its supposed to feel.
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I dont give a fuck about how bad this sounds. It’s been on my mind and I’ve got to get it off of my chest.

I love you. I really do. Always have. Always will. No matter how many boyfriends I’ve had since we quit talking, no matter who I’m with; if you want me I’m yours. Damn. 3 years. I wont ever fess up to it, though. I’m too much of a hard ass for that. But I do love you. 

I loved the way every night we’d say ” I hate you” 
I loved the way I could tell you everything. 
We were too similar, yet you were still a better person than me. Still are. 
I love that you quit smoking for me. 
I love that you were willing to do anything in the world for me. 
But I hated it at the same time. 
I was a Sophomore. I didn’t want strings attached to anyone. I wanted to party like a normal teenager, and most importantly, get into trouble. 
I blew off everyone for you, then when I blew you off, everyone started running me over. 
Now I don’t know if I’ve made a mistake or not. 
I need advice. I keep seeking it from the wrong people. 
I want your advice. It was always the best, my favorite. 
I loved every piece of information that you gave me. 
I loved that I was a mini you. 
I loved the fact that you taught me so much more than my mom or school, ever could. 
It sucks that we’re not friends anymore. 
Or that we never even talk. 
Hell, every once and a while, I’d go up and check on you, I don’t even do that anymore.
I hate how much we’ve drifted apart. And I miss you like crazy. I’m sorry for everything I did. All the shit I put you through. I’ve changed. A lot of stuff has happened. I think about the old me, and how people say they miss it. Then I think about how much that I miss it too, then realize, it wasn’t me they missed… it was you. 

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foreveralone-lyguy:

Fun fact: French fries are actually made from French People

thats not true, they are made from potatoes. (i know because i am a french fry engineer)

Yes it is and there’s no such thing as a French fry engineer

I mean clearly there is he just said he was one i dont think a person on the internet would lie

I mean well, obviously.
I’m a French model.
I ride my French fry (that I’m training to be a unicorn, which was actually made by french fry engineers, who were made by potatoes) to work every single day, in Africa to sex da potatoes and make da babies.
You’re welcome, world.

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