English teachers can either be the coolest teacher you ever had or the worst thing ever

3:00 am  •  18 April 2014  •  431,356 notes

I want to take you
on road trips
and hold conversations
under the big blue skies.
I want to drive endlessly
down empty roads
in the middle of the night,
park in the middle of nowhere
so we can watch the stars shine.
You are the only one
that can call me at 3 AM
and I will be more than okay with it
for I would rather
hear your voice than
catch up on episodes that I’ve missed.
Because when it comes to you
the pieces just seem to fit.

I can see galaxies in your eyes
and hear waves crashing onshore
whenever you speak.
And I wish to tell you
that I think the one for you,
is me.
Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #81 (via ccc0urtney)
10:21 pm  •  17 April 2014  •  11,544 notes
I didn’t like my name until you said it.
― (via lipstickbabe)

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3:00 pm  •  17 April 2014  •  182,101 notes
No matter how you feel… Get up. Dress up. Show up. And never give up.
― (via apreppylife)

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6:00 am  •  17 April 2014  •  214,100 notes
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
― (via gebeine)

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4:02 am  •  17 April 2014  •  210,688 notes