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sometimes I forget how pretty Ireland is ๐Ÿ’š

sometimes I forget how pretty Ireland is ๐Ÿ’š

Ugh my love โค

Ugh my love โค

(Source: coachela, via pilosopogyno)

Nope, Simon wasn’t at all impressed. 

Frenchy memories 2014 โ™ก

Nope, Simon wasn’t at all impressed.

Frenchy memories 2014 โ™ก

We are walking on uncharted land and making our own trails. You are taking photographs of otherworldly sights and as you focus your camera on the patch of wildflowers, you see me sitting on the grass. We are in the middle of the greenest fields just beyond the calmest seas and we are looking at the clearest skies and you grab me by the hand and stand me up. You show me the nature that engulfs us and you tell me with your eyes so blue and your hand so warm that the whole world is just waiting for us. It’s always been a scary thought for me - you, me, the world. But as the wind blows brown hair away from your eyes, you silently look at me and I instantly know that you will always catch me when I trip on a tree root. You will always be supporting me by the elbows when we are going down a steep hill. You will always be standing me up when I slip on a muddy track. And as you hold my hand, I know that our skies will always go back to being at its clearest and our seas will always calm down after a storm and your eyes will always be the bluest no matter what. And your mere presence beside me assures me that yes, I am ready for the world, and you and I. I am ready for us.

We are walking on uncharted land and making our own trails. You are taking photographs of otherworldly sights and as you focus your camera on the patch of wildflowers, you see me sitting on the grass. We are in the middle of the greenest fields just beyond the calmest seas and we are looking at the clearest skies and you grab me by the hand and stand me up. You show me the nature that engulfs us and you tell me with your eyes so blue and your hand so warm that the whole world is just waiting for us. It’s always been a scary thought for me - you, me, the world. But as the wind blows brown hair away from your eyes, you silently look at me and I instantly know that you will always catch me when I trip on a tree root. You will always be supporting me by the elbows when we are going down a steep hill. You will always be standing me up when I slip on a muddy track. And as you hold my hand, I know that our skies will always go back to being at its clearest and our seas will always calm down after a storm and your eyes will always be the bluest no matter what. And your mere presence beside me assures me that yes, I am ready for the world, and you and I. I am ready for us.

Haha don’t even know what’s going on with my life anymore.

Miss you, that’s all.

After all, you’re my wonderwall.

After all, you’re my wonderwall.

dampsandwich:

if u smell good, we cool

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To my one true love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! #loveyoutiltheendoftime โค

To my one true love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! #loveyoutiltheendoftime โค

There was this talk going around college about this professor who apparently snobs everyone when outside of class (i.e. hallways). They say he wouldn’t even look at you or acknowledge your existence. Very well, I was challenged. One time I was walking out of the toilet and boom, there he was walking to my direction and I to his. I looked him straight in the eye as I approached without looking away ever. I guess he had no choice, so he smiled and nodded at me.

Hahaha why am I even posting this. I just felt so accomplished.

PS he looked really uncomfortable.

It was a stay-in-listen-to-music-until-dark kinda day ๐Ÿ’œ

It was a stay-in-listen-to-music-until-dark kinda day ๐Ÿ’œ