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Teenage Dirtbag

Because of you, it'll never be the same again.



If I’m dating you, you don’t need to get jealous of other people. I am with you, only you. If you ever think I’m flirting with other people, I’m not. There’s a reason why I chose you and only you. I only want you, no one else. You are mine. I am yours.

(via typical)

"It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she’d never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right."
Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One (via feellng)

(Source: feellng)




(Source: 05px, via ruinedchildhood)

(Source: gendeerfluid, via ruinedchildhood)

"I can’t promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you is this- if you are willing to try, I’m staying."
icanrelateto (via perfect)

(via unbrokhen)


I miss you. I need you. *cries for 2 hours*
Hmm you know what? i changed my mind, it is your loss babe.

(via unbrokhen)

when i walk through my school(-:

This make me sad, beceuse I know how this fell…
to be empty.
What more is there to lose once you’ve lost everything you’ve had? How much more can you mess up your pretty face with the drugs & alcohol when the tears have already destroyed the last bit of happiness that was left on your face? There’s no more fucks given when you don’t have that one person to wake up to anymore; the person who have you the inspiration to continue and strive? When now, all you want to do is scramble to find the last bit of happiness there is to live for. When you’re pretty doll face turns into smudged mascara from the tears running down your soft & tear stained cheeks. When the only thing left to numb the pain is the drinking and smoking and the love you force yourself into when ALL you want is him.
Stealing your girl like…

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without
moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can
dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty
everyday, and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the
moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else
falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, “The Invitation” (via feellng)

(Source: feellng)