I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via maddierose)

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clap your hands if you’re still not over pluto being removed as planet


when the teacher asks you to answer the question because you weren’t paying attention but you know the answer


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"What does the chef recommend?"

"Sir, this is a mcdonalds"

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it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine

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ellen degeneres can host my funeral

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Lomography Film of the Day - DM Paradies 400

a shooting star is actually someone driving off rainbow road

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try to see what I see


you see, it’s a metaphor

you nominate Leonardo DiCaprio for an Oscar but you don’t let him win

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When someone asks me if Star Wars and Star Trek are the same thing



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I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
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