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You deserve someone who will always text back,
someone who will kiss you and won’t blame it on alcohol.

You deserve someone who will never make you feel like you can’t be loved.

You deserve someone who can see the pain behind your smile
and comfort you without a word.

You deserve someone who will hold you and tell you everything will be okay when it seems like the world is crumbling down.

You deserve someone who will never leave you or take you for granted, who has seen you at your worst and still loves you.

Words of advice for my bestfriend (via subtillize)
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drugattack:

thetonicswine:

The notes on this shit. Some are like ‘that’s cute, that’s thoughtful’ etc., some say ‘am I the only one seeing the blood?’ And then, THEN, there’s people like ‘lol eww that’s so disgusting’. And most of them are women. No, sorry, I’ll rephrase, silly little girls.
Sorry, are periods unnatural to you? Is a perfectly normal bodily function so alien to you that you have to publically shame others for it? This picture is meant to be a statement.
Sorry if the subject of period blood is too fucking taboo for you, kiddos. Women bleed, get over it.

and if a guy ever makes you feel uncomfortable about it, feel free to throw him in the trash can. 

drugattack:

thetonicswine:

The notes on this shit. Some are like ‘that’s cute, that’s thoughtful’ etc., some say ‘am I the only one seeing the blood?’ And then, THEN, there’s people like ‘lol eww that’s so disgusting’. And most of them are women. No, sorry, I’ll rephrase, silly little girls.

Sorry, are periods unnatural to you? Is a perfectly normal bodily function so alien to you that you have to publically shame others for it? This picture is meant to be a statement.

Sorry if the subject of period blood is too fucking taboo for you, kiddos. Women bleed, get over it.

and if a guy ever makes you feel uncomfortable about it, feel free to throw him in the trash can. 

youarethefireinmyloins

Your sheets smell like vanilla.
Your clothes always reeked of the cigars your dad smoked. You inherited your mothers glassy eyes. You flinch every time someone mentions your brother and I know you blame yourself for that night.

When we first met your left eye was swollen shut and your heart didn’t beat. When we first met you said commitment just wasn’t your thing because who has time to be tied down to one person. But I remember that night you cried in my lap and begged me to not go home. I remember falling asleep tangled in those vanilla scented sheets and I couldn’t help but memorize the way your heart beat.

Flaws and all I loved you darling by (KJ)