This is what I do best. Rant and bullshit.
I will choose to love you
Even though I wanna stay mad
Even though I wanna get angry
Though it may be easier to walk away
I will choose to stay & love you
-Stan Walker, Choose you
you were a quick, wet boy
you got me bruised, aching
it went on for quite a while
saying it didn’t matter much
that our hands hardly ever locked
there is no place now
that i feel i belong
i don’t remember what i felt
have i found you?
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
Paulo Coelho (via quotewhore)
These miss you nights are the longest.
Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.
Dirty Dancing (via quotewhore)
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Artpixie is moving here, i won’t be posting on this blog anymore after next week.
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A hug can turn your day around, it’s like an emotional Heimlich. Someone puts their arms around you, and they give you a squeeze and all your fear and anxiety comes shooting out of your mouth, and you can breathe again.
Pushing Daisies (via artpixie)
