The Second Star to the Right

Hi! I'm Jes. 17. Michigan. Lesbian. Reader. Writer. Musician. Traveler. bilingual. talk to me! :D

dorkfeyrac:

people that are dorks but also sexually attractive need to either stay away from me or get very very close to me

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You know how I knew it was love?
The men I had known were beautiful, sure.
But they never made the world seem beautiful.

Hannah Hart, poetry. (via ijustloveyoutubers)

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arabbara:

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

This is why the world hates America.

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  • tumblr: the only place you get excited when a stranger follows you

kiodi:

my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)

This.

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sexhaver:


tyleroakley:

decaffeinate-o:



I FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T BE TEACHING ME THIS.

nobody should ever be teaching tyler oakley how to pick locks, jesus christ can you imagine the chaos

sexhaver:

tyleroakley:

decaffeinate-o:

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I FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T BE TEACHING ME THIS.

nobody should ever be teaching tyler oakley how to pick locks, jesus christ can you imagine the chaos

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elcoeur:

i fell in love with your eyes, how they show your love and your passion and your sadness your joy and your hope. and when your emotions fill up and seep out of your eyes, i’ll be there to hold you. 

elcoeur:

i fell in love with your eyes, how they show your love and your passion and your sadness your joy and your hope. and when your emotions fill up and seep out of your eyes, i’ll be there to hold you. 

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im kinda happy but i also really wanna get hit by a car at the same time

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