But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Renegade
Now sign Brunner so I can sleep at night
Reblog and see if you get a color.
- PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
- FUSCHIA: I wish we were friends in real life.
- RED: I love you with a burning passion.
- GREY: I wish you would notice me.
- PINK: I think you should follow me.
- INDIGO: Roleplay with me please?
- TEAL: We have a lot in common.
- BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
- ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
- YELLOW: FUCK ME PLEASE.
- WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
- GREEN: I think you’re cute.
- BLACK: I would date you.
- BROWN: I don’t like you.
- RAINBOW: Skype info?
I hate when I get like this.
I feel so fat and gross. I just want to be skinny and fit. But I love food so much. And I feel the need to not eat to be skinny. So uncomfortable in my own body. I was going to the gym real regularly, then I wanted to see Jake more, and I started making him a priority. I love him. I want to be skinny. I hate my stomach and inner thighs and arms.
Don’t you see you’re safe with me
Take refuge in my arms Kip Moore, Til I Make You Mine (via imlovineveryminute)
Take refuge in my arms Kip Moore, Til I Make You Mine (via imlovineveryminute)
Guys, I wanna marry him.
Today, Jake invited me to lunch with his family but, I couldn’t go because mine decided to start yard work hours later than normal. I was super upset by this and even once I got to Jake’s, I was still in an awful mood.
So, he grabbed me by the hands, took me inside, and pulled me into him on his bed. And then he said, “Don’t be sad anymore, you’re not with them now, you’re with Jake, so smile.”
I don’t want to lose this feeling ever.
Finding old notes filled with love and memories.
And not feeling a thing except for, “What was wrong with me?”
