teddylupinofficial:

makeup is a fucking art and if you shit on people who wear makeup i will shit on everything you hold dear

Yussss

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You used me, and then left
(via yoursixwordstory)

Ikr

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Most humans recognize their ruin, but they carry on regardless.
Leopold von Ranke (via splitterherzen)

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spankmeniall:

how do people approach celebrities on the street like i can’t even approach a worker in a store when i need help

So true

(Source: nialllhoran)

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theclearlydope:

Comic Con: “Say what one more goddamn time!”
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theclearlydope:

Comic Con: “Say what one more goddamn time!”

[via]

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behindtheplottwist:

Trying to remember an answer when taking a test

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Remembering the answer after you’ve turned the test in

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OMG feels. Every damn time.

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You are worthy

You, yes YOU are worthy. You are worthy of love and happiness just like a flower is a worthy of blooming and the sun is worthy of shining and the heart is worthy of beating. You are beautiful the way you are, with your scars and cuts and bruises, with your pain and heartache, with the dreams that hold up the fabric of your soul. You may feel torn right now and I wish with all my heart I could stitch you up again but all I can do is put a thread through a needle and hand it to you, and no matter how many times you throw it away, or lose it or drop it, I’ll always be right by you, putting another thread through a needle. Your pain deserves to be voiced and no one can trivialise it. You are worthy of feeling pain just like you are worthy of feeling love. There may be people out there who think your pain is a farce and your demeanour is a facade, but those people don’t know you like I do. Those are the people that think that it is their pain, and their pain alone, that is worth being felt. They think only their heart can bleed and only their life could be a tragedy and anyone else they deem more fortunate than them in their own heads does not qualify for the same feelings. Don’t listen to them, don’t listen to anyone, don’t even listen to me. Listen to yourself and let your heart be heard. Cry yourself to sleep if you must, until all the memories have been let out through your tear ducts, and don’t keep tabs on how long it takes. NO ONE has the right to tell you what you can grieve, how long you can grieve or how you should grieve it. Anyone who thinks they have that authority are the ones who are at fault, not you. Do not let anyone else, no matter if they are family or friends, tell you how to conduct your business because at the end of the day, the only one on earth you have to answer to is your own conscience. And what do you think your conscience would say to you if you locked yourself away and berated and chastised yourself for the way you felt? It would say that you were doing it a great injustice, that you were not letting the sickness out of your system and just like any other disease, if it’s ignored, it’ll just stay in your body and fester and spread until it is a cancer that rips apart every ounce of who you are. Don’t do that to yourself. You deserve better. You are worthy. And don’t let anyone tell your differently.

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