(via zodiaccity)

(Source: byroglyphics)

However, when I look at them I see a plane ticket to England. Then I realize what is the point in having a plane ticket to England if I have no one to go with. Then I realize what is the point of having $920 shoes… I have concluded that $920 shoes are for lonely people. There is no point.

Damon & Elena’s meetings (1x01, 1x02, 3x22)

(Source: blood-rage)

(Source: ay-ell-oh, via mermaidpants)

(Source: bigpinkbunny, via monstermonnie)

mind is blown.

(via did-you-kno)

I’d managed to keep it away for 5 days. Everyone is at the beach. All I want is to be at the beach. And I want real, reliable, good friends. And I want my birthday to not suck and be as terrible of a disappointment as it is every year. 

It would also be nice if for once in my life I actually got the guy, really got him. And we dated. And he treated me well. And it.. worked. I’m trying so hard not to fuck this up. But then I realize that my chances are slim to none. Although, it would possibly be the most epic love story of all time. But let’s be realistic here. I am terrible at talking to men, I never know if i’m reading them right. He’s 26ish, maybe 27. A pilot. Well traveled. Educated. Smart. Witty. Has a smile that could melt a rock. Is ridiculously attractive. Oh yeah, and on top of it all.. he’s actually a GOOD GUY. 

LOOK AT HIM:

I need to give up now. The odds are so not in my favor, I’m just going to end up hurt and disappointed. But part of me is screaming “you miss out on 100% of the chances you don’t take”.. the same part of me that worked up the courage to talk to him in the first place. And that part worked out okay. I feel like a pathetic 10 year old girl. 

Typically, yes.

In some special cases… not at all.

(via zodiaccity)

Don’t get your hopes up.

Don’t get your hopes up.

You are no where near his level. 

(Source: jtotheizzoe)