Gema, 18, Los Angeles born and raised.


You will fall in love with her and I will go back to spending my Friday nights with all sorts of boys that can never seem to get my name right. at least i know they’re going to leave (via the-psycho-cutie)

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1 hour ago // 10,637 notes
And it hurts so much to want something you can’t have. Johnny Depp  (via perfect)

this this this this this this

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1 hour ago // 689,553 notes
He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red. Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via fleurishes)

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9 hours ago // 2,135 notes
They’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting them that you miss them and they won’t respond. GUESS WHO WROTE THIS FUCKERS IT WAS ME (via extrasad)

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2 days ago // 351,724 notes
Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.

Maybe then we’ll be better for each other. absentions (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: absentions, via intoxicated-troubles)


2 days ago // 244,346 notes
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. actually fuck you

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2 days ago // 400,796 notes
I know what makes him cry and I know what makes him cum. So I win. My co-worker, on her ex. (via ziraffe)

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2 days ago // 106,650 notes
.الجيات أحسن من الرايحات
What is coming is better than what is gone. Arabic Proverb (via lushwisdom)

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2 days ago // 410,436 notes
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

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This is so so so perfect.

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and you’re an asshole

So many people can relate 😭

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2 days ago // 84,070 notes
He said to her, “who are you going to believe? The mirror, a photograph, or the eyes of the man who thinks you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet? -i.c. “Beauty is in the Eye…”  (via sarraht)

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2 days ago // 28,768 notes

I’ve always tried to fathom how bizarre it is when we lose things that were right in front of us a second ago.

But even more so, when that something is an actual person.

Connotativewords | jl | Abracadabra  (via versteur)

Im done

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