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la vie en rose



"I can’t remember the last time we kissed because you never think its last time. You think there will be more, you think you have forever but you don’t"

Meredith Grey (via megmamoo)



marleens-diary:

Pick me. Choose me. Love me.



"I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I’m 110 years old, in your arms. I don’t want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime."

(via town-lights)



lucreziatargaryen:

get to know me meme

[4/5] movies - The Mummy

Rick: Are you sure you want to be playing around with this thing?
Evelyn:
It’s just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.


tyleroakley:

lindsaychrist:

i wont let this video die

nobody should

I have no clue what I just watched


toast-to-the-future-kids:

Fuck an award, give him a presidency.

dutchster:

trying to find someone you like who likes you back

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Scratches all over my body, the price of beauty. Bruises I have no recollection of. Marks that remind me of you. Marks that can’t mask the emotional torment. I am surrounded by thoughts of the past; everywhere I turn I see them come to life once again. Every time I look at you I have to try not to smile. I want so badly what I can’t have. My shot at happiness. No. It was our shot. You ripped it from me without regard. I’m a tumor. A malignant weight upon you that drags you down, drives you to despair. But you aren’t the one who cries yourself to sleep every night. Tell me how bad that tumor is. Tell me how bad it is when you barely care, while I die from the inside out. This meant everything and now nothing means anything. Numb to the core and exhausted from the games. I just wanted your unconditional love. I had it. I lost it. I want it. I’ll never get it. I’ve accepted it. Don’t ask me for anything else. You’ve taken enough.






"Growing up I thought being in love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, pretty jewelry, Friday night movie premiers, kisses in the rain, and boxes that held expensive things. I thought true love was a story with a picture perfect ending. Now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not that at all. True love isn’t something you find in a Disney movie. Being in love is screaming at 5 AM till you cry out of anger, but knowing they won’t leave. It’s saving each other’s selfies, good or bad, just to look at them because you miss each other. It’s being comfortable enough to talk about anything. It’s saying all the wrong things at the wrong moments. It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart, but trusting them not to break you. It’s screaming the lyrics to your favorite songs together. It’s honesty even when it hurts and sarcasm when they’re sad. It’s lame jokes and sleepless nights. It’s fights and make up sex. It’s hour long showers and breakfast in the morning. It’s all night phone calls instead of texting. It’s the small things. It’s coffee shop dates and finding new books to read. It’s holding hands and kissing ever so passionately. It’s being able to sit at home just basking in the presence of someone you love with every fiber of your being. It’s wanting to share every moment with that one person. It’s finding yourself awake at 3 AM craving them asleep next to you. It’s little nick names and making fun of each other. It’s being called things like ‘little shit’ or ‘baby’ or ‘love of my life.’ It’s being able to fall asleep knowing that person will still be there in the morning. It’s being apart and knowing nothing will change. It’s deep talks at 6 AM. It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s capturing the world’s beauty though their eyes. It’s not about the sex or the gifts, it’s about finding someone who pours their love into your deepest cracks making you whole once again. It’s feeling part of you missing when you’re apart. It’s finally being able to love yourself even half as much as that person loves you. Love is the only thing left in the world worth fighting for. Don’t you dare settle for a boy who makes you feel good for a night, or a girl who boosts your ego at a party. Mindfucking love is the holy grail of all love. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely fucking heart-wrenching, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world."

3AM Thoughts" series #4 (via unpoeticheartbreak)



I'm Alyssa.

college student, food enthusiast, hopeless romantic & wishful thinker.

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