"And how should I presume?"

The unsophisticated ramblings of an unenlightened twenty-something who hopes to, one day, change the world.


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The gift of a mixtape was very personal. Often they were made for exactly one person, no one else. A radio program with one listener. Each song, carefully chosen, with love and humor, as if to say, “This is who I am, and by this tape you will know me better.” The song choice and sequence allowed the giver to say what one might be too shy to say outright. The songs contained on a mixtape from a lover were scrutinized carefully for clues and metaphors that might reveal the nuances and deeper meanings secreted in the emotional cargo. Other people’s music—ordered and collected in infinitely imaginative ways—became a new form of expression.
How Music Works, David Byrne (via velvetmainstream)

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This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.
David Levithan, Every Day (via milarca)

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You  (via suchvodka)

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thehalcyon-days:

rahspy:

the first time a guy took me out to lunch, we decided to go to the carwash afterwards and we got the rainbow soap because its cool

that sounds like an awesome date omg

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1. When a boy who leaves goosebumps on every inch of your skin tries to play you his favorite song, don’t let him. He’ll get it stuck in your head and under your fingertips and when he leaves, you won’t be able to listen to it without feeling like you’re choking.

2. Don’t let him touch you all over no matter how much you want to feel him against you. Leave a few spots untouched so that when you’re sleeping alone again, at least your left wrist and an inch of your right hip won’t sting with the remaining burn of his mouth.

3. Don’t let him break your ribs.

4. Don’t watch the sunset with him. He’ll poison it. You won’t be able to look at the sky without swallowing a mouthful of him.

5. Don’t mistake wasps for butterflies. Sometimes when you feel your stomach flutter and your hands start to shake it’s pain, not love.

6. Just because he tells you he loves you doesn’t mean he’s going to stay.

7. It’s okay to delete his number after he kisses the pretty girl he met when he was drunk. It’s okay to leave when he hurts you. You don’t have to keep falling into him.

8. When he tells you that you’re beautiful, try to remember that you were beautiful before him too.

9. Just because he reads and smokes cigarettes and talks about the stars doesn’t mean he’s your soulmate.

10. After you kiss him, remember to wash your mouth out right away so he doesn’t burn into your tongue.

11. He’ll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.

12. Your heart is going to break a million times. It’s going to feel like the world is falling apart around you. Your lungs will stop working some nights. You find yourself grabbing at your bones trying to hold yourself together. You’re going to feel like you’re dying. It’s going to be okay. You’ll find someone else to kiss you goodnight.

for future reference (via rauchwolken)

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one thing I’ve learned is to never trust a man who asks you how your relationship is going out of the blue

like 99% of the time he wants you to tell him about how much your relationship sucks so he can be the sympathetic shoulder to cry on followed by the sympathetic dick to sit on

dude, my relationship could be on its last feeble dying breath and I wouldn’t tell you, you creepy cocktrumpet

battledad:

riannafinch:

***crush fairy strikes again***

This is the most adorable and cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

(via redferrett)

thereverieinrealityy:

Braden Summers traveled to six different countries to prove that no matter where you are, love is equal.

lovely.

(via sapphicfaery)

If standing up for yourself ruins a relationship, the relationship was already ruined. You just slapped a ‘condemned’ sticker on it and evicted a squatter is all.
A comment on ‘When directness > nice’ (Captain Awkward)

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inkfromtheoctopus:

Addams Family Values (1993)

Gomez knows how its fucking done.

Gomez gives out better relationship advice than like 90% of dudes.

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fahrlight:

dancenotesandpieces:

This just tore me apart

this is my life.

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Come into me.
Let me remind you why human contact is an absolute necessity.
Let me grab those hips of yours, and bring you in close enough to show you that you will never lose me.
I want to bite your lips and fill your mouth with reasons why you’ll never want to belong to anyone else. I’ll let you trail your fingernails down my back as a map of the places you’ve taken me.
You’ll fill my ears with the noises you make and remind me that the only thing I want to get high off of is your laugh.
And when I whisper that I love you, it’ll never be out of secrecy, but rather out of the certainty that you literally leave me breathless.
Connotativewords | jl | The Flame That Keeps Burning  (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)

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I wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.