I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.

ساکنان دریا بعد از مدتی صدای امواج دریا را نمی شنوند
چه تلخ است قصه ی عـــــــــــــادت

After a while, the residents of the sea do not hear the sound of the waves.
How bitter it is, the story of routine.

suicidemylove:

deepskydiving:

everybodyska:

Having social anxiety is like waking up and battling a bear every morning and then having people tell you it’s not that big a deal because they had to deal with a chihuahua humping their leg once.

This is one of the most accurate things I’ve ever seen.

So then you stop complaining about it because you get anxiety about people telling you things like that.

(via sssupersuicidal)

morristibbs:

IF SOMEONE IS SCARED OF SPIDERS OR BUGS DONT FUCKING PICK ONE UP AND WALK TOWARDS THEM WITH IT YOU ARENT FUCKING FUNNY YOU’RE A GODDAMN ASSHOLE

(via i-will-die-laughing)

orgasmic-humor:

ok literally if you take 5 minutes to text me back I will take 6

(via i-will-die-laughing)

rexuality:

realistic captions for selfies:

• i took 34 photos and this one looks the least shitty
• i tried really hard to take this at an angle where my arm didn’t look weird
• i photoshopped a pimple out of this photo and used the smudge tool for like 8 minutes
• i wish i had friends who took cute pictures of me so i wouldn’t be alone in my room for an hour trying to do this shit
• this is the best photo i’ve ever taken please shower me with compliments

(via laughcentre)