Paul Boche by Richard Jensen, Indie
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(Reblogged from thedeaddontrise)
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
(Reblogged from thedeaddontrise)
I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.
Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
(Source: lucyquin)
When you try to eat a legitimate meal
And the bimbo waitress brings you the small portion instead.
Seriously bitch? I want my coleslaw…
[Image: Two girls snuggling. Text: We could be great together and spend the rest of our lives together. But I want to make something of my future, and all you’re worried about is when the next time you get high is .
(Source: greedymo)
your my wounderwall… <3
I’m convinced my dad won’t hug me anymore because he doesn’t want to feel my bones.
I don’t know if I can keep convincing everyone I’m fine.
I’m not entirely sure I care anymore.
Im tired of not being taken seriously but I don’t want to tell the truth either. I should just move away so I can stop hurting everyone I care about. I feel like an ass.
