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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.

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Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)

(Source: brennanat, via small-town-sweetheart)

peterpanandneverland:

5:03 a.m. //

you told me you loved me,

but called me her name.

and I cried; not because I was mad,

but because

I was scared you would wake up in the morning

and realize it wasn’t a mistake,

and that you weren’t sorry,

and that you meant what you said.

you really love her,

not me.

dutchster:

i accidentally spilled monster energy drink in my fish bowl and now my goldfish won’t stop saying “bro” and keeps flexing its fins

(via pizza)

nutella:

gettin real tired of my own bullshit

(Source: reinapepiada, via stay-ocean-minded)

daniellaaxox:

Coac(hella expensive)

Coac(hella far away)

Coac(hella wish I could go)

(via radical-illusion)

"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."

Earnest Hemmingway  (via psych-facts)

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thisisjustgreat:

PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING

(via fake-mermaid)

therorasaurus:

so my dad’s friend was bartending and saw a guy put something in a girl’s drink so while the guy turned around he switched their drinks and watched the guy roofie himself. 

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