I am not young enough to know everything.

Jana. 28/ Northern Germany. Languages, UK, Norway, Music, Movies, Dogs, Friends, Coffee, Sleep, Books, Family (in no particular order)
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life rules

- you are never as awkward as you think you are
- you are never as annoying as you think you are
- you are never as boring as you think you are
- your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are 
- you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
- chin up, dude

(via 23kilometer)

One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
Unknown (via 23kilometer)

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madeleineishere:

quick lil comic

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molotowcocktease:

marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

Thank you for this

(via callingcaptainkiwi)

carry-on-my-otp:

Thank you for waring a white t-shirt, Tom, and thank you for nominating Benedict Cumberbatch and Luke Evans

(via ilikemybritsbritish)

herriestiles:

shelterfromcold:

two deer walk out of a gay bar, one turns to the other and says “man, i can’t believe i blew thirty bucks in there”.

this literally took me forever to get

(via rocksaltedcaramel)

"I am not young enough to know everything" turned 3 today!

hiccupofcoffee:

Guys

Guys

Have you ever noticed the ‘Love is an Open Door’ battle on YT where people sing the song from frozen??
Watch this

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but these guys where lip syncing so ppl got pissed and then 

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but it gets better

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much better

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feral-zine:

coffee—queen:

theantiquated:

Laura & Damian - An Isle of Skye Elopement | Joanna Kitchener

are you shitting me

what is my life? 

(via hold-me-as-i-fangirl)

There are times when I can’t stop speaking, when a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds… a million words that mean nothing… but when I want to find some words that mean everything, I just can’t speak. Like: I miss you. Like: I love you. Like: My world is falling apart and I need you by my side.
Rae, my mad fat diary. (via sadnessparty)

(via burdened-with-awkward-purpose)

thepoeticunderground:

inspirationalcollages:

thepoeticunderground.tumblr.com

I feel as though this is where my quote originally spread from. That’s what you get when you post it to your quote tumblr before your poetry one!

  • me: but it's 2 AM
  • stomach: did i fucking stutter