First Things First Im The Realest

What if one day you see me happy with someone else? Will it bothers you? Will you find yourself somehow affected? Will you keep on asking yourself, “Is she really happy?”? Will you try to compare yourself to him? Is there any chance that you’ll get jealous or insecure off? What will you do? Will you try to win me back? Or you’ll just forget what you saw because you don’t care anymore?

I don’t know… But I hope it affects you, that you might come back because you don’t have the balls to see me happy with someone else.

I really do hope. Because in the end, it will always be you.

—The girl who’s happier if it’s you who’ll makes her happy. // c.j.r (via escafeism)

(via lavenderchocolates)

Childish Gambino

—Heartbeat

mynameisdario:

 

gays—-anatomy:

"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?

Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?

I wish we never fucked and I mean that.

But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”

(via stupidteenageblogger)

He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

—Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (via larmoyante)

(via heat-wave)

It’s ridiculous that celebrities can spend a year of my college tuition on like, a necklace like it’s nothing and I can’t even afford a taco.

(Source: brutonn-gaster, via rosiemaepartlow)