he’s not mine, he’s never been mine, 99% sure he won’t ever be mine, but I really do think I’m going to end up comparing every guy I ever meet to him
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I have these two neighbours and they’re married and they gotta be like in their late 30s and I’m making dinner and I look out the window and they’re running around outside in their pajamas and bare feet with water pistols soaking eachother and laughing so loud it made me realise I’m wasting so much time trying to make relationships perfect when all that’s really needed is someone who will laugh with me for the rest of my life
I’m sorry that I see fucking galaxies in your eyes and you can’t even find a single star in mine
Im scared of relationships so if i make you mine, just know you’re pretty damn special
(via swaqqer-of-a-cripple)
She is not mine. I don’t think she could ever be anyone’s. She doesn’t want to be owned. That’s what I love most about her.
(letters my grandpa wrote about my grandmother)
How relationships work:
I like your butt.
However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.
Marry a guy who is as smart as you and will challenge you. And can make you laugh. That is the most important.
A former teacher of mine (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
What the heck do my followers do on here because they definatly never reblog anything of mine..
But i still love everyone
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