I scream at your ghost when I miss you the most.

I don’t know why I was surprised. Maybe because it was the one constant between us. I didn’t expect it to last forever, but it still hurts. Maybe that’s the only constant now.

the-incredibles-but-wrong:

Voyd: *crying*

Elastigirl: *grabs gun* Who did this to you? Where are they?

madkiller:

(via memoriesrecollected)

shetootthefloot:

butchesandfemmes:

 SO TODAY I was walking to college down a main road, it was really windy (as you might imagine with all the cars) and I was preocupied with keeping a grip on my beanie when I saw these two women walking a little way ahead of me on the other side of the road. One of these ladies was a bit taller than the other and they were holding hands (aww), the taller kinda butch lady had a flannel shirt on (double aww) and her partner/friend was wearing a cute cream and beige hijab. Now I swear to God this is relevant, wait for it.

A massive gust of wind suddenly comes tearing along the main road. I nearly lose my backpack, to give an idea of how bad it was. I look up and see the wind rip off this poor girls hijab and send it spiriling away down the street. (She had an undercap on so no major crisis but still, right.) 

Before. You. Can. Blink. Our taller flannel-wearing girlfriend of the year TEARS off her flannel like lesbian Clark f***** Kent, throws her shirt over her partners head, and BAM she sprints off LIKE A SHOT after the hijab. 

like 10/10, damn son, holy cheesits burrito, that is the very definition of chivalry and romance right there. 

chivalry isn’t dead it just got absorbed by all the lesbians

(via memoriesrecollected)

nowhites:

math problem: *begins with “we know that..”*

me: WE dont know SHIT

(via riddikulusrebecca)

purplebuddhaproject:

“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas
(via purplebuddhaquotes)

letters-from-alex:

Please don’t die. I know we haven’t spoken in what feels like an eternity, but I am begging you– stay safe, stay healthy, and stay happy. I want you to live a long peaceful life with or without me. Just please, let me die before you. There’s a difference between pretending you’re dead and knowing you’re dead. Because even though I pretend you’re dead, I still have hope that one day I’ll run into you at a gas station or coffee shop. Even though I pretend you’re dead, I still have hope that maybe I’ll hear your voice one more time. Even though I pretend you’re dead, I have hope that maybe you and I could be together again because I know we met at the wrong time, but you were the one. I know you’re still the one. I still think about you every single day and I hope you do too, even if it’s just for a split second. I don’t know what I’ll do when I know you’re no longer thinking of me too. I don’t know what I’ll do when I no longer have to pretend you don’t exist.