smaugchiefestofcalamities:

vineofficial:

This is fucked upThis fucked me up

what the…how the fuck? what the fuck?

smaugchiefestofcalamities:

vineofficial:

This is fucked up
This fucked me up

what the…how the fuck? what the fuck?

ahandlengthfromhome:

There is No Beauty in Distance (AKA.: I Saw Her Get into a Plane)

Today I saw the love of my life get on a plane. I saw her grab her bag, grab her stuff that was scattered around my room, in the middle all my things, and put a brave smile on her face. I saw her get into that plane as she started making her way back to her hometown. It was no movie scene. There was no act of courage to run through security to ask her to stay, there was no first last kiss to tell her she was meant to be with me, there was no whole made speech of love and broken words which only lovers can pronounce.
There was no beauty in letting her go. There was no beauty in watching the airport fill up with all the wrong people while she was making her way through her gate. There was no beauty in that one last kiss that crashed my heart in tidal waves that once every ten minutes continue to hit me. There was no beauty in distance. 
There is no beauty in what is broken. 
There is no beauty in the waiting. 
But I can tell you, there is beauty within her. And I can tell as much as waiting for her is not beautiful, when she kisses me, she thrusts little pieces of herself into me, and that, my friends, is breathtaking. It is also beautiful the way she looks at me to make sure I know she is making a good impression on my family, it is also beautiful the way I grab her hand to pull her close to me while she is drifting away in this new world she just discovered. It is beautiful how her lips move and her hands shake and her voice warms up when she is talking about me, one foot away or thousands of miles of full distance. That is beautiful. 
And I can assure you distance is not good, distance is not proof that you love another; distance is an obstacle that sometimes couples have to face and break their bones to walk through. So as I cry watching that one orange and white plane fly into the sky, I hold on to my shirt which she wore so much it is hers because it is stuck with her smell, the perfume she left in my room and the promises she mumbled before leaving. 
Distance is not beautiful. Planes are not beautiful nor are broken hearts. But the little things we can make out of all of those are simply stunning. 
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ahandlengthfromhome:

There is No Beauty in Distance (AKA.: I Saw Her Get into a Plane)

Today I saw the love of my life get on a plane. I saw her grab her bag, grab her stuff that was scattered around my room, in the middle all my things, and put a brave smile on her face. I saw her get into that plane as she started making her way back to her hometown. It was no movie scene. There was no act of courage to run through security to ask her to stay, there was no first last kiss to tell her she was meant to be with me, there was no whole made speech of love and broken words which only lovers can pronounce.

There was no beauty in letting her go. There was no beauty in watching the airport fill up with all the wrong people while she was making her way through her gate. There was no beauty in that one last kiss that crashed my heart in tidal waves that once every ten minutes continue to hit me. There was no beauty in distance.

There is no beauty in what is broken.

There is no beauty in the waiting.

But I can tell you, there is beauty within her. And I can tell as much as waiting for her is not beautiful, when she kisses me, she thrusts little pieces of herself into me, and that, my friends, is breathtaking. It is also beautiful the way she looks at me to make sure I know she is making a good impression on my family, it is also beautiful the way I grab her hand to pull her close to me while she is drifting away in this new world she just discovered. It is beautiful how her lips move and her hands shake and her voice warms up when she is talking about me, one foot away or thousands of miles of full distance. That is beautiful.

And I can assure you distance is not good, distance is not proof that you love another; distance is an obstacle that sometimes couples have to face and break their bones to walk through. So as I cry watching that one orange and white plane fly into the sky, I hold on to my shirt which she wore so much it is hers because it is stuck with her smell, the perfume she left in my room and the promises she mumbled before leaving.

Distance is not beautiful. Planes are not beautiful nor are broken hearts. But the little things we can make out of all of those are simply stunning. 

keep-away-reality:

16th of April

keep-away-reality:

16th of April

lindsaylohansmugshot:

my friend played the most fucked up prank on her mom and there are tears streaming down my face

0ce4n-g0d:

Sea Foam | Sérgio Bettencourt
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saveme-amazeme:

 
433

gleeksunited-infinity:

zieglerandlukasiak:

brookiemariehyland:

Ellen should win an Oscar for being Ellen

"and the oscar for best ellen degeneres goes to…. ellen degeneres"

"And the oscar for best Leonardo Dicaprio goes to … Ellen Degeneres"

dvoted-love:

mayy20th:

My everything


xoxo
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dvoted-love:

mayy20th:

My everything

xoxo

Just finished the Divergent series and I am so angry WOW

frozenteen:

Have you ever realized that every book you’ve ever read is just a combination of 26 letters

words-of-emotion:

Good Vibes HERE
"I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me."
(via rowanlens)