DarkestShadow98

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If you like Tom Hiddleston we'll either be best friends or worst enemies (:

maddyeelaine:

I doubt I’ll get any, but send me numbers :-)

maddyeelaine:

I doubt I’ll get any, but send me numbers :-)

— 3 hours ago with 65 notes

mssubtext:

TMI TUESDAY

  • Ask me questions 
  • Make me choose between two things
  • Ask me my “top 5” of anything
  • Send me “would you rather’s”
  • Send me “Fuck, Marry, Kill”
  • Tell me stories 
  • Tell me about your day
  • Anonymously confess things
  • Ask for advice
  • Etc.
  • Everything goes
  • Everything will be answered (posted)
— 3 hours ago with 52 notes

captainfuzzkitty:

Purple: 10 facts about my room.

Blue: 9 facts about my family.

Green: 8 facts about my body

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

Orange: 6 facts about my home town.

Red: 5 facts about my bestfriend(s).

Pink: 4 facts about my parents.

White: 3 facts about my personality.

Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things

Black: 1 fact about the person I like.

(Let’s see how many asks I don’t get.)

— 3 hours ago with 53 notes
sarajonasrusher:

 ! : D You can ask me  everything you want

sarajonasrusher:

 ! : D You can ask me everything you want

— 3 hours ago with 133 notes
Dooom, doom, do-do-doom. Doomy-do, doom.

I’m bored so follower or not, anonymous or not, ask me some questions! Or tell me something about you! Literally type anything in my little box and I will reply.

And ‘member, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back (;

— 3 hours ago
#ask me  #tell me  #ask  #ask me anything  #ask away  #ask anything  #tell me anything  #anonymous  #literally anything  #i'm bored  #bored  #procrastination  #nothing to do  #help ease my boredom  #i got nothing  #boredom  #interrogate me  #curiousity 

thisismyveritas:

Apparently when you are in a job interview and the interviewer asks you to choose one word that best describes yourself, the correct answer is not “Fergalicious.”

(via clisappointinq)

— 3 hours ago with 141577 notes
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I am looking for you again. In airports when your last name is called over the intercom, through clouds of smoke, in parked cars I pass. I keep telling myself to forget the smoke-screened version of you I have created, the one who has your hair and ambles from place to place. “Think of HIM,” I say. “Of who he really was.”

Think of the piles of dandruff on his pillow, the sarcastic way he said “I love you,” and the way he said, “This doesn’t mean we’re going to date again” after kissing you. Think of the pictures of his hand on her knee only a week after you stopped talking. Think of every minute you spent waiting for him to pick you up. Think of the way he never loved you.

Do not, I repeat do NOT, think of the way he looked at you mid-conversation, or the hours you spent in his bed giggling and hiding under the covers as his fan blew on your back. Do not think of the way he blurted out that he loved you. It was not “perfect”. Quit telling yourself so. Forget the front seat of his car and the humid air that leaked through the cracked window. Burn the field where it happened for the first time to the ground. Do not look back on every moment and wonder where you went wrong or what you could have done to keep his attention.

Erase every damned song that reminds you of him and only listen to songs that came out in the past year, songs that have not been spoiled by his memory. Think of the way he did not want to join in the trivia game at the restaurant you ate your last meal at because everybody else who was playing was in their forties. Think of him pressed against her, the same way he was against you, in a fucking shed. Think of the way your feelings embarrassed him. Do not think of his record collection, or the books you talked about, or the way he touched you. Do not tell yourself that he has been the only one who’s understood. Do not whisper his name. Do not think of him as the first boy to grab your hand as he drove, do not think of him with a noose around his neck, do not think of his kisses. Do not. Do not. Do not.

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How To Fall Out of Love | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

(via franticrush)

— 1 day ago with 3101 notes

ohawkguy:

the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.

(via you-belong--with-me)

— 1 day ago with 76820 notes