Mess by Mei

Hello. I'm a teenager,
When I Grow Up I Want To Live In England

I'm obsessed with the Internet, words, books, pictures, tea, Doctor Who, and music
I worship Gabrielle Aplin, Lewis Watson, Kodaline, Lucy Rose, Hudson Taylor, Bastille and Orla Gartland. Some others too.
Ed Sheeran and Nina Nesbitt are a big part of the reason I am what I am today
This blog is a pretty standard thing
Be aware I might reblog an occasional One Direction thing.
original work on aglassofenglishtea|tumblr
see also the social media link thingies under this

last thing:

Read the Printed Word!

There were always warning signs but you were blinded by hope and and thoughts like, 'Maybe this time it'll be different'. You chose to stay inside a burning building until the smoke became too thick to clear and the foundation began to crack. But now it was time to get yourself out.

No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy, as if by emptying the stuff in your house, you can empty yourself of the love you still feel.

The memories you have like to coddle you. Laughter and late nights drunk on the feeling of being young and infatuated. They deposited in you the way sand deposits onto wet summer skin. They stick on you in the most unconventional places, underneath fingernails and knobby knees. But you let them stay because it reminds you of how you were once in the water and the sun was beating on your neck.

You now know that was how you ruin yourself.

Before the word us turned into something singular, everything had already changed. You look back, really look back, and you see that he is not the same. And neither are you. So you release the fists clenching onto the past and you take off your rose-colored glasses.

You used to mistake the silhouette on the wall for yourself. Used to think of yourself as a stray cat scratching on his door, waiting to be let in again. Not anymore.

It takes time for you to realize that your life with him is not juxtaposed. It’s not as simple as a before and after. He is just a detour on your journey. The destination is still there, waiting for you.

When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.

Welcome home, it’s been so long.

Tina TranThe art of letting go  (via absentions)

(via absentions)

what happened to her hair

what happened to her hair

(via nesbians)

sandracl13:

indigoneversleeps:

crazyfilipino:

Florida

reblogging for the excellent gif usage.

(via rosecoloredframesandbrokenglass)

Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

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treely3256:

hashtag-loser:

cloudcuckoolander527:

vaspider:

doctorblainewilliams:

thedoctorsherlock:

Why doesn’t this have a million notes?!

i love how the “did you drug them” has a little pit stop at “you’re evil”

As well it should.

I’ve reblogged this before but Imma do it again because a)it’s awesome and b) I have a specific voice when I say “Do not do the sex”.

This needs to be on a billboard and posters all around the world. Maybe even on menus are restaurants

Needs to be in bars

(via spanishbaguette)

reikaoki:

imthezombiequeen:

alishalovescats1701:

crimsonclad:

five-boys-with-accents:

Eeyore is just one of those characters that you wanna scoop up and hug forever.

One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.

Oh

oh

And he does feel happy, though. He can be happy. He just doesn’t show it as much as the others do.
There was a whole episode about that - Piglet sees him sitting on a hilltop and thinks he’s sadder than usual, and does all he can to cheer him up. Nothing works and the next day he’s back on the hill, and Piglet apologizes because he thinks in trying to help, he just made him sad again and ”I don’t come here when I’m sad. I come up here because I’m happy.”

There’s just something about that…

(via mockingjaytwirl)

cornfuse:

cornfuse:

thirstiest:

why do people like fall

gravity

NO WAIT I MISUNDERSTOOD

(via spooningandgettinghigh)

(via barrchat)

rapunzelie:

the concept of liking someone and them liking you back and you deciding to date each other literally just fucking baffles me because it has never once happened for me in my entire life

how are you all doing this

how are you people making it look so easy

how are you finding people who like you back and want to date you and then actually do it

(via barrchat)

asylumharbour:

Sir Ian McKellen brings me joy on a daily basis.

asylumharbour:

Sir Ian McKellen brings me joy on a daily basis.

(via hxrry-potters)

snowsniall:

I guarantee its been too long since you last watched this video

(via harrygetsmehard)

ukrainiangirlfriend:

marnla:

Never forget

WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS PHOTOSHOOT I LOVE IT

(via baadnewsx)

y0itskameron:

I’m the type of girlfriend that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.

(via my-moral-foundation)

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  • me: *owns 264 unread books*
  • me: *buys 17 new books*
  • me: *rereads harry potter*