lost in translation

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.


Chest deep, I risked my phone’s life to take this

totallyswifted:

We had a beautiful magic love affair
Well, Crap.

classicalmusichumor:

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fiftyshadesofmacygray:

It’s important to make friendships that are deeper than gossiping and drinking and smoking and going out.

Make friends who you can go get breakfast with, make friends you can cry with, make friends who support your life goals and believe in you.

I’ve managed to get the whole Taylor swift thing, music thing and Christian thing across to my flatmates and I haven’t even known them a week yet.

Maybe I did something right for once?

(I also have auditions starting at 9:30am tomorrow help)

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shakeitsoff:

my ex man brought his new gf she’s like “no it’s becky”

taylorswift:

I’m kind of rethinking the album cover.
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