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hotwhiteguy:

hotwhiteguy:

i lost my number, can you give me yours

no no no not your phone number your credit card number

pomp-adourable:

The lovely Hoya Vine I have growing in my back yard <3 there’s always at least one cluster of buds at some different stage in the blooming process

Take as many selfies as you want. Who cares when people look on your phone and think your weird. When you’re old you can show them to your kids and laugh.

Answer the boy that you shouldn’t. If he thought about you enough to message you, answer him. Text him when you’re drunk too. It was fun and in a few years it won’t make a difference that you did.

Dance. All the time. Always listen to your music too loud.

Be lazy. Watch disney movies all day while drinking tea under comfy blankets. Ignore your piles of homework.

Let yourself be sad. Don’t try and fight it. If you’re going to hurt, may as well let it be brutal. Listen to sad music. Watch sad movies. Cry your heart out.

Be a tease. Who cares what the boys say about it. Kiss them til they’re in agony, then stop. Put your head on their chest. They’ll hate you for it, but you’ll love yourself for it later.

Don’t style your hair. Especially on a windy day. Let it be wild and messy.

Love your parents. When you’re in an irritable mood, stay away from them. Lock yourself in your room. They don’t deserve your attitude.

Swear. There’s something extremely satisfying about it.

Write things down. Let your feelings bleed on to paper. Write down memories. Happy and sad.

Take pride that you love Harry Potter, or Sherlock or collecting coins or whatever it is you love. If people don’t love you for it, then what’s your use for them anyways?

Be selfish. Break somebody’s heart if it’s necessary for your own well being. It is not cruel to put yourself first. Never settle.

Believe in everything. Who’s to say it isn’t allowed? Have your own thoughts on life and death, not anybody else’s. Don’t be scared to admit death is something you look forward too, even if just out of curiosity. Or to admit you’re terrified of it.

Go outside in the rain and let it soak through your clothes. Kiss too many boys. Get too drunk. Laugh too hard with you best friend in a public place. Stare at your ceiling and be glad simply because you exist in such a complicated, breathtaking universe. Don’t conform to anything, go your own way. Find what makes you feel alive, and chase after it with all your soul.

-My advice on how to live

Kirsten Cordingley (via thosebeautifulwords)
My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
myself.
Michelle K., First Love. (via -krystaa)