Welcome to My World...
April, 22. :) Pretty much this is everything I like, love, and enjoy.
"If you live off a man’s compliments, you’ll die from his criticism."
— Cornelius Lindsey (via karamariko)
"Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?"
MAN THIS.(via vogue-pussyxo)
okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around
One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your Mum after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller, but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay, and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here, but seventeen year old you was wrong; because you only know some things and not everything.
You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore it’s ‘Mum and Dads’. You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after break ups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry flavoured milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night, and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen year old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realise you still don’t have the first clue."
— one day you’re 23 - c.p (via earthb-ound)