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Quand dans une semaine, mon pote du Havre revient à Montpellier.


Quand dans une semaine, mon pote du Havre revient à Montpellier.

Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.
Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

Lauren Hooper (via fawun)

Holy shit

(via canibis)

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Here is the video proof of my previous post about this officer forcing his way into my moms house (without legal documentation) and arresting my brothers friend without explanation. PLEASE REBLOG TO RAISE AWARENESS!!

I’m honestly appalled at this and I’m sorry this happened. Something similar happened to my dad’s friend (I watched this happen to my dad’s friend) so I can imagine how scary this must have been.

this just made me nauseous. all jokes aside.

I saw this via Facebook the other night & my heart broke to hear a black man begging an officer of the law not to be shot. && please don’t hit me with that he was resisting bullshit because he asked several times, why he was being bothered, why he was being placed under arrest


I’m disgusted by this officer.

Police officers no longer make me feel safe. Fucking, assholes.



when did these dirty pigs ever make someone feel safe? fuck the fuckin police u dirty porkkkkk u swineeeee couldnt even answer why he was bein under arrest so this makes me almost positive he didnt read him his miranda rights which means a lawyer can attempt to dismiss any charges brought against u! this video makes me ten levels of mad. fuck america too. 

It’s ridiculous how fucked up this is

Thats so disrespectful ..


*swipes debit card*
*sweats profusely*
*purchase goes through*
me: God is good all the time
Cashier: all the time God is good

(Source: hunnessy)

Before I am your daughter,
your sister,
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.
1/? Things To Remember  (via ahyasidi)

(Source: egracely)




Alright, I’ll go make some muffins.

She is everything I want to be

(Source: supernatasha)


The life of a straight boy summed up in two overpriced hats


The life of a straight boy summed up in two overpriced hats