Is it bad that this made me extremely giddy and happy inside

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By My Side by David Choi (190 plays)


i am out here lookin bummy as hell bein dragged to my younger brother’s baseball game and then all these young baseball players have hot brothers like damn someone coulda told yo girl like forreal

  • I don’t have to say a word. She just looks at me and sees who I am and how I feel, and accepts it. She doesn’t try to change it, doesn’t want to change it. There’s a billion people out there, but I imagine there’s only one her. -Grey’s Anatomy (via anditslove)

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Jordan Matheson by Jakub Koziel

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    Between The Lines by Sara Bareilles (727 plays)

    Today, at 4:10pm KST, the vice principal of Danwon high school (the school of the students trapped on the Sewol ferry) was found dead. Reports say he hung himself on a tree.
    The principal led the students on the trip, and was one of the passengers that were rescued from the sinking ferry on the 16th.
    The police say he took his own life because he could not overcome the guilt..
    고인의 명복을 빕니다.

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  • Delete her number.

    Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

    Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

    She loves you.

    She has been in love with you for too long.

    So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

    Forget her.

    Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

    Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

    Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

    What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

    Doggedly loyal to you.

    That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

    She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

    Right now.

    But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.
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Oh my fn gosh!!!! So adorable!!!!! 😆😆😆

    When someone leaves, it’s because someone else is about to arrive. -Paulo Coelho, The Zahir (via observando)

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    I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why. -Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via quotes-shape-us)

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    There’s a difference between giving up and knowing when you’ve had enough. -Unknown (via fmastalker)

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