Because sometimes, even if you know how something’s gonna end, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride.
Ted Mosby- How I Met Your Mother (via rainbowcupcakes7)
cheerupbuttercupitssunnyout:

And we’ve all moved on… 
Goodnight

afire-inside:

really in the mood for receiving $50,000,000

(via ladybug)

stumpatd:

stumpatd:

i wish i knew what you were thinking 

i just realized this probably sounds really deep about some boy or something but its about my dog 

(via lostbutyoucanfollow)

  • Him: Do you love me?
  • Me: I love walking to my favorite coffee shop and sitting there for hours talking with my best friend. I love picking up a new book, and not putting it down until I've read every word. I love listening to music, with the volume all the way up, until my ears hurt. I love going on tumblr and seeing someone new followed me. I love taking naps in the middle of the day and then staying up all night. I loved you, but you kept hurting me. I learned that in order to be okay and keep loving the things that I do, I had to love myself more than I loved you. So I did love you, but I don't anymore.
susceptum:

My old journals by Krambambuly on Flickr.
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
"Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via wildfoxxxxx)

(Source: claire-luisa, via vodkacupcakes)


sondern. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.