Queen Of Dissaster 👑

when your mom is yelling at you to do more chores while you’re doing chores and you’re there like 

i’ve stopped saying “i love you to death” because loving you  is not limited to the number of breaths we take  or the beats of our hearts so instead i’ll say ”i love you past death” because my love shall outlive both of us; it will find us after life  one way or another  and it will be just as strong as it was when walked this earth  together

“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”

“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.”

You can't go back and change the beginning but you can start where you are and change the ending.

my boss: *giving me critical instructions* you got that?

i often wonder how many ppl from 2012 tumblr are still active on here

real love is not like the poetry. it is not i love you spat down each other’s throats or finding a reason to live again because you found this one person. It is so much simpler than that. real love is telling them to go back to sleep because it is still early and you know they need it, even if you want them to be awake with you. It’s realizing it won’t always be easy but still choosing them every day and wanting to be the very best for them. that’s it, it’s not as deep as you think.