When things aren’t adding up in your life, start subtracting.
Shouldn’t you just, on days where you want more love, be like “I had a bad dream that you were sleeping around, it’s really irrational, but just love me extra today”? Why can’t we just have this thing where you just say “Just love me extra today”? If I was with somebody and they said, “Love me extra today”, I would love them extra forever.

staff:

howellester:

do you ever just wonder what the tumblr workers think of us

we think you’re all a bunch of idiots

(Source: howellester, via ilikesongsaboutdrifters)

I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
I love you but I’m married.
I love you but I wish you had more hair.
I love you more.
I love you more like a friend.
I love your friends more than you.
I love how when we go into a mall and classical muzak is playing,
you can always name the composer.
I love you, but one or both of us is/are fictional.
I love you but "I" am an unstable signifier.
I love you saying, "I understand the semiotics of that" when I said, "I
had a little personal business to take care of.”

I love you as long as you love me back.
I love you in spite of the restraining order.
I love you from the coma you put me in.
I love you when you’re not getting drunk and stupid.
I love how you get me.
I love your pain, it’s so competitive.
I love how emotionally unavailable you are.
I love you like I’m a strange backyard and you’re running from the
cops, looking for a place to stash your gun.
I love your hair.
I love you but I’m just not that into you.
I love you secretly.
I love how you make me feel like I’m a monastery in the desert.
I love how you defined grace as the little turn the blood in the
syringe takes when you’re shooting heroin, after you pull back
the plunger slightly to make sure you hit the vein.
I love your mother, she’s the opposite of mine.
I love you and feel a powerful spiritual connection to you, even
though we’ve never met.
I love your tacos! I love your stick deodorant!
I love it when you tie me up with ropes using the knots you
learned in Boy Scouts, and when you do the stoned Dennis
Hopper rap from Apocalypse Now!
I love your extravagant double takes!
I love your mother, even though I’m nearly her age!
I love everything about you except your hair.
If it weren’t for that I know I could really, really love you.
that-crazy-girl-from-wisconsin:

classysassyrepublican:

Turn on the app If you feel unsafe hold your finger on the screen. Once arrived to a safe location, enter your code. If your finger leaves the screen without entering the code law enforcement is notified and your location is tracked through your phone.

reblogging bc this seems really useful
sgizmo:

Saw this today while I was walking.
Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.
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