pueriluna:

lmpulsiv:

my younger sister//03-06 “When will you get over him”

idk this hurts so much tbh
couldbealone:

sonnador:

an inspiration to us all

this got to me on a personal level 
lovelezbians:

//

FUCKING PLLLLLEEEAASSEEEEE
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. Buddhist Saying (via go-aboveandbeyond)
I was never good at math but
odds were that I had a
one in seven billion chance
of meeting someone like you
so that means I was more likely
to be struck by lightning or
to win the lottery with a
one in three thousand and
one in 175 million chance,
respectively, and all I can say is
God, I am the luckiest person
to be able to fall in love with you.
The odds have never been more in my favor (via ink-trails)

Sober or drunk, it’s always you.

Unknown (via emptly)