Your nickle aint worth my dime

Kijana Meulman. Gay. 17.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

—Unknown (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: wordsalawidder, via beforethe)

I hope when you look into her green eyes, you can only see mine.
I hope my name makes you flinch, gives you goosebumps and makes your head spin.
I hope you miss me when you lie in bed alone.
I hope you can only think of me while making her moan.
I hope you accidentally moan my name instead of hers.
I hope it sickens you seeing how okay I am without you by my side.
I hope it kills you that we hardly ever talk any more.
I hope you wake up every morning wishing I was lying beside you.
I hope you realize just how much I actually loved you.
I hope you regret leaving me so much that your body aches.

—I hope I haunt you, (via worthlesssteenager)


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(via vag-itarian)

They say it never truly goes away, not for that one person. The feelings always continue being there, after years and years. You never forget about them, no matter how much or how hard you try. & that scares me because I don’t think I could stand living my entire life wanting and loving you as much as I still do now.