girls fake smiles. boys fake feelings.
" love doesn't need to be perfect, it just have to be real."
girls fake smiles. boys fake feelings.
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dont-count-on-forever:

imstillnotnude:

thirsty-spirits:

nutellaforall:

sunshinefourtwenty:

my-kala:


We are just trying to figure each other out.

officially my all time favorite post

most men are only into a woman’s body where as the woman wants to know the mans mind. 

Thanks society. On-point post.

wow

At least you wrote “most” men. Thank you for that! 

and the woman’s body is easier to “get” whereas the man’s mind is usually more complicated to understand; hence the reason why the girl’s body is simply connecting the dots, whereas the man’s is more complicated as crossword puzzle
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jamesmervn:

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kushandwizdom:

More?
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8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
8bit-ghost:

angeldemon101:

amroyounes:
I used to put my ping pong balls in boiling water for a few seconds.

holy shit the youtube thing WORKS
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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
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leveldevil:

The 90s have been calling lately just to remember us how awesome they were.
leveldevil:

The 90s have been calling lately just to remember us how awesome they were.
leveldevil:

The 90s have been calling lately just to remember us how awesome they were.
leveldevil:

The 90s have been calling lately just to remember us how awesome they were.
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but-the-fighter-still-remains:

pl4guedd:


look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful.

If somebody held me like this I think I’d melt into the gravel.

someone hold me like this
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