Such Sweet Nothing

Name is Crystel. im 22 and happily taken for the moment, my blog of the ramblings of my heart and mind



my favorite thing is when someone’s in the shower and you suddenly hear a distant BANG BANG BANG CRASH and you can tell they just knocked over like all of the shampoo bottles

 #my favourite is when you hear a deep heavy sigh afterwards #or a string of curse words

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u ever look at pics of ur bf/gf and be like


i did fuckin good

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how to communicate in a relationship


how to communicate in a relationship

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Image via We Heart It #broken #love #poem #sad -

“Some people say
I just want you
I want all of you
Like it’s a small matter
When it’s not.
Really it’s all of them
All emotions
Anger sadness despair fear
Anxiety happiness joy
Each fiber of their hair
Each cell of skin
Picking out a house
And making it a home
Choosing a doormat and a bed
Every morning beside you
Every night
Watching tv
Making dinner
Getting a dog together
Having a child
Taking turns waking up
At the midnight wails
The happiness at getting that promotion
The stress when you think you won’t
Taking the dog to the vet
Red circles filling the calendar
Listening to the message machine
Scheduling out who’s turn it is for laundry
Replacing socks with holes and old shoes
Driving your child to school
Pinning up finger paintings on the fridge
Deciding which shows to record
Which movies to watch
Picking out plates and sheets and curtains and cars
Washing machines and underwear and plants for the yard
Every part of your life equally a part of theirs
Laughing at you when you find your first gray hair
Picking out a Christmas tree
Washing the car in the driveway
With the hose from home depo
There for you when your parents pass on
Looking in the mirror and seeing wrinkles
Looking at them and seeing aging skin
But to each other you only grow in beauty
Medical bills and retirement plans
Paying for college
Giving your child away
And they are a child no longer
I’m only 18 but it seems to me
That when you say I want all of you
You should mean it
Because all means all
The first face you see in the morning
And the last face you see at night
And out of all of the faces, theirs is just right
When someone says I just want you
I want all of you
Because it’s not a small matter
After all.”

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Photography: Haley Rynn Ringo | Featured on Style Me Pretty: x


Photography: Haley Rynn Ringo | Featured on Style Me Pretty: x


I’ll take one of each please


I’ll take one of each please

Fuck that ‘losing her slowly’ bullshit. You will not lose her slowly; it will be an avalanche. It will cascade around you before you ever even think about seeing it coming; the rocks above your heads will come crashing down in the darkness, cracking your skull as you walk hand in hand, assuming you’ll reach safety (light) soon. You won’t reach it. You won’t reach the light.

You won’t reach the light, not because you didn’t remember her birthday or the colour of her natural hair (these are merely annoyances, none of it really matters because none of it contributes to the essence of either of you), not because you bring her pink ladies at the bar even though she never remembers telling you that was her drink of choice and to be honest doesn’t love gin…

You won’t reach the light because of that night you got in your car and drove away, even though she was begging you to stay. You won’t reach the light because when she said, “I might be able to move away for school” you said, “I’ll Skype you” and “we’ll work something out” instead of saying, “I will follow you anywhere”. Because ultimately, going somewhere for someone is never going to have the same implication as standing still. Because she understands this, and it doesn’t even cross your mind.

How isn’t this losing her slowly? Because unlike these narratives in which one lover feels constantly neglected, she won’t realise it until it’s too late. There will be nothing nagging at her at night, she’ll make you your coffee in the morning without ever resenting that even though she goes to sleep later, you always stay in bed the longest. She won’t realise, she won’t write it in her diary or text it to her friends; it’s not going to be something that builds up, like a wall around her, between the two of you… Those walls, you see, can be stopped mid-construction and, brick by brick taken apart.

This wall will start and end in the same moment, and once she’s flung it around herself, precarious though it may look, you’re not going to be able to penetrate it at all. It may be five months or five years from now, hell, it may happen the day before she dies at eighty-four, but whenever it happens the result will be the same. She won’t have died in your arms like you believed all along that she would. Standing still for someone can only last so long. Soon, it won’t be the act of losing her that is the avalanche, but her in herself. You won’t lose her slowly, you’ll gain her steadily and then keep her stagnant until one day, the mould of her discontent will finally break through the thin ice she was standing on, and she’ll fall into the water, far, far deeper than you could ever swim to reach her.

Maybe in hindsight you lost her slowly – but at the time, it will hit you both like a tonne of bricks.


Losing her (slowly?)

 - Daisy Lola

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Video: Lemurs Love Lollipops

do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing 

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“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to.”


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Why do people cheat on each other? WHY? You don’t like someone anymore? Break up. You like someone else? Break up. You are bored but “can’t break up” because you love them so you cheat on them? Die.

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reblog if you want anonymous opinions of you

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This is the chemical formula for love:

dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

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