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lordofthepringles:

If I introduce a movie to you, and we watch it together, I’ll be spending at least 99.9% of the time watching you to make sure you are responding correctly to the film.

(via youngfueg0)





Ask me! Anon or not :) 1: How is your love life?
2: How are you feeling today?
3: Is there anything that's bothering you right now?
4: Do you hate anyone right now?
5: Describe your type of girl/guy.
6: 4 turn on's?
7: 4 turn off's?
8: Is there someone you feel you can trust with your life?
9: What kind of person attracts you?
10: What do you miss right now?
11: Is this the best year of your life?


12: Are you dating the last person you kissed on the lips?

13: Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? 

14: Do you have any bruises on you?
15: Do you believe in karma?

16: Are you missing someone?

17: What song I’m currently listening to.
18: Are you an emotional person?
19: It’s 2 in the morning and you get a text message, who is it most likely from?
20: Last time you saw your dad?
21: Neon or Pastels?
22: What's your middle name?
23: Describe your first kiss.
24: What is the most expensive thing you own?
25: If your house was on fire, all your pets and loved ones were safe, what one thing would you save?
26: Do you remember who you liked on New Years?
27: Do you still like them?

28: Do you still speak to them? 

29: What were you doing at 11 last night?

30: . Kill, Fuck, or Marry
31: Taken a picture naked?
32: Slept naked?
33: If I’m in love.
34: If I’ve ever had my heart broken.
35: How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.
36: If I have a preference for boys or girls.
37: Someone I care a great deal about.
38: What my full name is.
39: Are you virgin?
40: A question of your choice.




reblog if your name isn’t Ashley.

(Source: whiskey-and-cowgirl-boots, via misogynistic-okonma)





Anonymous said: why should i carry on living?

writingsforwinter:

Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.

Everything.