whattvcharacterstaughtme101:

Victorious was my childhood 👌

whattvcharacterstaughtme101:

Victorious was my childhood 👌

(via paulina7147)

"And after all these time, I’m still in love with you.
Why do you still come back and haunt my dreams.
It’s late, but my heart still aches for you."

F.L.

"He found what he was looking for.. And I knew it wasn’t me."

R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)

"

Do I regret loving you?
No.
I regret becoming
dependent on you.

I regret becoming the girl
whose hand felt naked
when it wasn’t holding yours.

I regret becoming the girl
who didn’t know how to stand
unless you stood next to me.

I regret becoming the girl
whose mouth felt dry
until you kissed it goodnight.

I regret becoming the girl
who let you paint me
black and blue.

But most of all,
I regret becoming the girl
who still hopes that
you’ll come back.

"

Regrets

By thoseconstellations

(via thoseconstellations)

"

You and I are once in a lifetime.

No one gets it. Sometimes I don’t even understand but it makes sense - all of it.

I am wild and you are so tamed. When I fly, I want to go as far away as possible and never come back. You soar but you always manage to find a way home, meanwhile I don’t even know who or what home is.

At times it is when I’m with you and sometimes it’s when I’m by myself too; but my choice is you. For now and forever, I choose you.

I want to love you until my bones become fragile and brittle; until we sit on front porches and reminisce on the first time we met and when we almost walked away from each other. But I couldn’t, I just knew there might be something more. And I hope there is, maybe you feel the same and that is why you are choosing to stay. Whatever it is, I’m glad you’re still here.

Your arms feel like a warm shelter when it rains. I hope you find a permanent home in me too.

"

Ming D. LiuA Story A Day #149 (via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

"I think I love too easily.

I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody. I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about their favorite shades of color and the way they pick out groceries.

I am interested in the way people take their coffee and if they prefer tea better.

I find myself loving people for their laughter and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile. And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins when they think of something funny or memorable. I love the way people talk about life and what’s on their mind; it’s nice to know that there is more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses and the type of plant they inhale. I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy or when they’re sad.

Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them, it makes me want to love them even more.

And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love."

Ming D. LiuA Story A Day #148 (via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

"I know that your happiness is the last thing I’m supposed to be wishing for
but here I am
hoping that on the nights you feel most alone
some part of you remembers that
at least once
someone loved you so much they forgot every other thing in the entire world"

Tunnel Vision (via peaceandcreation)

"

I used to drop glass hearts
like it was a game,
hearing lullabies in the sound they made.
I was trying to remember
the sound of my own,
but I don’t even know if it made a sound at all;
as if scarring people’s wrists
would heal the ones on mine,
and as if carving my insecurities
into brittle bones
would spare me of every sky
I’ve watched turn
from dusk to dawn on my rooftop;
empty bottle in one hand,
and a blade in the other.

but I knew I loved you
the day I felt the numbness that
rested in between each of my collarbones fading,
seeping out of my pores like
a nighttime lover, leaving the warmth of motel sheets
after a one night stand.
I started treading over your emotions
like they were made of thin ice,
that was already cracking.

"

"She’s mad, but she’s magic." by m.a.k // 1.6.14 (via mak-poetry)

Him.

vansbandsandheartbreaks:

I can’t close my eyes without seeing his face

I can’t touch my skin without feeling his touch

I can’t imagine a day spent without talking to him

We’ve spent only 3 weeks with a title but almost 8 months total

Sneaking glances, hiding feelings, keeping each other on our minds

Call me crazy
And I probably am

But life without him would be
like multiplying by zero

Like a band
Without a percussion section

And it terrifies me to admit
That I might be in love.

With Love, Felicia.