mymindpalaceisatardis:

DID THAT KITTEH JUST 
JUST HUG IT’S HEAD 
BECAUSE YOU PETTED IT’S TUMMY 
WHAT AN ADORABLE KITTEH

mymindpalaceisatardis:

DID THAT KITTEH JUST 

JUST HUG IT’S HEAD 

BECAUSE YOU PETTED IT’S TUMMY 

WHAT AN ADORABLE KITTEH

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"Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t."

— Stephanie Georgopulus (via hellanne)

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  • Normal teenager: sneaking out of the house at 1 AM
  • Me: sneaking out of my bedroom to get a bag of cheetos and making myself a sandwich at 1 AM

the-absolute-best-gifs:


You know, when you have kids and you love them and you’re proud of them you just want to kiss them on the mouth sometimes.

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"I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via messrenjolras)

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"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."

— Anna Peters (via bokura)

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