Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were. Me. - 0pt1c (via perfect)

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I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up. flyingwithoutwings21 (via perfect)

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I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain. Jonathan Carroll  (via ohlovequotes)

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I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine. Me, to you. (via ohhhkat)

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I think that if I could fall asleep next to you every night, I’d never really be sad again. Midnight thoughts (I already miss you)

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As a college student you’re either struggling academically, financially, or emotionally. Or all three.

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I can relate to this