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jerkidiot:

that girl you just called fat? who cares about her backstory, you just shouldn’t be a dick to people
like do we really need a tragic story to get people to stop being mean to each other wtf

'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'
-Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via broadens)
I swear if you held me one last time I’d crumble in the weight of your hands.
-6:22 pm (via dianaschamber)
It’s still you.
It’s still you.
-Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers in Winter (via theunquotables)

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I’m addicted to his sweet smile and his bright laugh. I’m addicted to his rough hands and his sudden kisses. I’m addicted to his strong arms and his bad jokes. I’m addicted to his stubborn will and his dark eyes. I’m addicted to him.
-by kiwiootori (via fiebre)