• Europeans: I drove forty minutes to the Netherlands for some groceries and then I popped into Germany to see some of my relatives before driving back home.
  • Americans: I was in Florida, I drove for nine hours, now I'm still in Florida.
  • I’d love to say I’m totally fucking done with you but I know damn straight the second you message me again I’ll go crawling back like a little bitch. Wouldn’t be the first time.

    annakendrickofficial:

    a shout out to all the people who started saying “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking their horn at another car

  • me as a pedestrian: [catwalks slowly across street as 90 cars pile up behind each other trying to turn; throws modelesque glance backwards over designer shades] [car inches into crosswalk] HOW DARE YOU COME WITHIN FIVE FEET OF ME!? I HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT OF WAY??? SEE YOU IN COURT YOU CAPITALIST, PLANET-DESTROYING SCUM
  • me driving: say your prayers
  • "I love you, but I hate you. I miss you, but I’m better off without you. I want you out of my life, but I never want to let you go."

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    I want your Monday morning
    sleep soaked eyes
    dream drenched voice,
    lazy bones
    ‘five more minutes please babe.’

    I want your Tuesday afternoon
    coffee break,
    glasses off, laughter on
    ‘just hold me for a while
    it’s been a hard day.’

    I want your Wednesday evening
    fingers through hair
    teeth nibbling nails
    neck craning, eye glazing
    ‘this paperwork never ends’

    I want your Thursday night
    drinks for two
    bones unbind
    muscles let loose
    flats, slacks,
    ‘just me and you’

    I want your finally Friday
    stretch soul smile,
    sun sipping light
    from the glaciers in your eyes
    fingers unfurl, hand extends
    ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

    I want your weekend.
    your movie marathon Saturday
    reading by the fireplace
    kissing in the blankets
    want your Sunday morning
    orange juice and pancakes
    white sheets, tender skin
    hair like the Fourth of July
    ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

    I want your ordinary
    and your stress, rest, release
    I want your bad day and that terrible night
    I want you drunk in my arms
    forgetting the place but never my name
    I want your lazy and your lonely
    and your fist full of fight
    I want you everyday
    in every way
    for the rest of my life.

    "
    On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via missinyouiskillingme)
    "I knew that I couldn’t be everything that you needed but, my god, I tried so hard."
    ghdos:

steveblakegriffin:

perspective is everything

It took me like 16 tries to figure out what I was looking at.
    bones-ashes-glass:

skeletales:

Approximately 1,200 miles off the southeast coast of Africa lies an island nation known as Mauritius that gives off the illusion of an underwater waterfall at the southwestern tip of the island. The visually deceiving impression, created in the water due to the runoff of sand and silt deposits, is especially effective and breathtaking in aerial shots. In fact, the illusion can even be seen on Google Maps.


Hometown
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    1. I poured every drop of alcohol I could find in my dad’s liquor cabinet down my throat and stumbled into traffic, thinking I was completely untouchable. My uncle picked me up from the emergency room at 2 A.M. on a Wednesday and didn’t say a single word to me.

    2. I let yet another boy undress me in my basement. The whiskey on his breath made my blood run cold and the cigarettes he handed me made my head throb, but I smoked them anyway and believed him when he said he loved me more than he loved LSD.

    3. I fell in love with a girl who believed that running from her problems would eventually solve them all. She was all tattoos and red lips and leaving home at 16. She told me she once saw God and that he was an alcoholic, just like her father. She left me in the middle of the night one December. I guess I became something that need to be solved.

    4. I stopped talking to the boy who loved me even more than you loved James Bond movies because he found my stash of Oxycodone and dumped it all down the garbage disposal, saying he couldn’t watch me destroy himself the same way his sister had.

    5. I let some greasy-haired man talk me into shooting a homemade “movie” in his garage. I didn’t really need the money, but holy fuck I needed to think about something other than the way you bit your lip and tapped your foot when you got anxious. A stranger’s hands around my throat were better distractions than writing about you, again.

    6. I learned the hard way how painful dying can be when it’s happening to you so slowly, so I tried to speed up the process by crashing my car into the tree we had our first kiss under. My fucking emergency brakes didn’t care that you hadn’t called in 239 days, neither did the doctors that kept me on suicide watch for a week.

    "
    6 ways I disappointed my mother after you broke my heart.  (via kindofalone)