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If I was Jay-Z, you’d be my Beyonce
We could rock the nation like they do
And if I was Da Vinci, you’d be Mona Lisa
Paint a smile perfectly on you.
And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey
Breakfast at Tiffany’s for two.
So throw me away
Cause if I were a boomerang
I’d turn around and come back to you.


When I met you in the summer
To my heartbeat sound
We fell in love
As the leaves turned brown


First time I saw you, I knew right away

Made up my mind, you would be mine someday

You know I need you, so don’t turn away

'Cause at the end of the day, I'll be alright

Still I’m praying that you change your mind I’ll be okay

'Cause you'll come around eventually 

(Source: Spotify)


I’m not the kind to fall for a guy
Who flashes a smile (It goes on for miles)
Don’t usually swoon
But I’m over the moon (Cause he was just too cool for school)

And now I’m
Falling for ya, falling for ya
I know I shouldn’t but I
I just can’t stop myself from
Falling for ya, falling for ya
Can’t hold on any longer
And now I’m falling for you

(Source: Spotify)

"You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love."
Warsan Shire (via wrists)


we’re not broken just bent and we can learn to love again


Gordo: setting the bar impossibly high for men since 2000.

The only time you will ever see Hilary Duff on my Tumblr.



Someday My Prince Will Come by Tiffany Thorton
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Someday my prince will come
Someday we’ll meet again
And away to his castle I go,
To be happy forever I know

Someday when spring is here
We’ll find our love a new
And the birds will sing and wedding bells ring
Someday when my dreams come true

Oh, High School

It’s already 7:00 PM, and I have not studied for my finals at all. Why? Because I’ve been spending all day watching vampire diaries, watching modern family, and taking crazy trips down memory lane. Like every pathetic girl in the world, I have a lot of embarrassing and frustrating boy-stories. I honestly should start a series.

I remember the first guy I dated. He was such a good person. And I was just so, so horrible. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t even want to date. I was stupid and selfish enough to just say “yes” and then change my mind later. I guess I didn’t take into consideration his feelings, or I just didn’t know what it meant to care. Anyways, for good reason (because I was a crazy bitch) he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore after I broke up with him. Somehow, I was stupid and egotistical enough to think that he’d still want to be friends with me afterwards. And to no one’s surprise but mine, he didn’t. I was heartbroken. I went crazy. I literally did everything I could to try to get his attention, to win his friendship back.

That’s one of those situations where you pronounce the acronym “lol” outloud. Yeah, not the greatest time of my life right there. Just imagine someone crawling back literally on hands and knees, maybe covered in dirt, sprinkle on some beetles, hair a mess, nose a dripping, eyes puffy. That was me. Why wouldn’t someone want to be friends with meWah-wah, boohoo, cry me a river. (which I literally did)

Obvious answer: I was a horrible person.

At least because of that embarrassing and traumatic experience, I’ve learned to become a better friend. I’ve also learned that everything is probably your own fault. You can’t just blame someone for not wanting to talk to you. It’s their own prerogative. And why would you want a faux friendship to keep yourself happy anyways?

I guess a part of growing older is remembering a bunch of shit that makes you want to draft up anonymous apology letters and stick them in past-friends’ mailboxes, or at least facebook inboxes. It’s silly that something as small as this occasionally keeps me up. It’s pretty pathetic that I get hung up on high school things sometimes. But I think everyone would be lying if they said that they don’t at least think about it and wonder what would have happened if things went differently.

That’s the curse beauty of humanity though, isn’t it?

What Girl Doesn’t?

Once in a while, I will get curious. I will wonder what they are up to, how they are doing. Are they happy? Are they happier now than they were then? I hope so. Or do I…

Once in a while, I will remember. I will see something that reminds me of them. See places that we used to go and think of the things we used to do. I remember all the jokes that we’ve shared, the promises we’ve made. Most of these weren’t kept, on both ends. 

Once in a while, I will take action. I will type their name into the facebook search bar and stalk the most recent photos. Oh that haircut doesn’t work for them. Oh they’re looking good! I might even ask someone how they’re doing. I might ask them personally how they’re doing. I want to know if their new girlfriends treat them well. I’m also secretly hoping they’re not.

I’m selfish like that. I’m competitive. I want to be the best. I want to the be the one that got away. And that makes me horrible. Is it bad if everyone else thinks the same? No… but yes. On the outside, I want them be happy. On the inside, I don’t. Deep down, I do though. But deeper down, I want them to suffer. Deeper-deeper down I want them to find peace and live a full life. Even deeper down I want them to spend eternity in turmoil for messing things up. The pattern continues. What is it that I really want? I don’t know.

All I know is that I’m not different from any other girl. I want to know how my ex-boyfriends are doing, I wish we could still be as close as we used to be or at least be friends. But growing up means accepting that that never really happens (so I guess I grew up a long-ass time ago), unless you stumbled upon some really amazing person. Chances are, if they’re man enough to remain friends after many years, then they’re man enough to give another chance to. Why would anyone let a mature, understanding, and selfless man go like that?

Life lesson, boys.

Something No One Knew About Me #1
1. In middle school, I read a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction. I read more HP fanfic than I read actual Harry Potter, and I’ve read each book dozens of times (particularly the GoF and OotP). I spent hours hunched in front of a computer screen reading into the night. When my parents would finally kick me off the computer, I would save them onto documents and read them secretly in my room.

I mostly read romance fics; ship: Draco/Hermione. Not that I can relate to Hermione in any way whatsoever (…that know-it-all twat…) but I love Draco’s bad-boy-exterior, softee interior thing that he’s got going on. I believe all guys have Draco complex. Not to mention, Tom Felton was cute as f*ck in the first couple of movies. Drool. I guess this was my version of Korean Drama. Hah.


But the first almost always follows the latter.


(Source: kushandwizdom)

"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."