All of us, we’re basically alone, separate creatures just circling each other all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look at the wrong places, some they just give up hope because in their mind they’re thinking “Theres nobody out there for me” but all of us keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while, two people will meet and there’s that spark…that’s when two people become one.
Seeley Booth. Bones. Death in the Saddle (via rxnnbsdre)




WHEN SOMEONE HOLDS THE DOOR FOR ME

howdoiputthisgently:

NORMALLY I’M LIKE:

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IF IT’S A HOT GUY I’M LIKE:

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FLU LIKE SYMPTOMS

howdoiputthisgently:

I’M LIKE:

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IF SOMEONE MENTIONS GOING OUT, I’M LIKE:

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WHEN I ACTUALLY SAY SOMETHING SMART

howdoiputthisgently:

MY FRIENDS ARE LIKE:

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DEAR EX BOYFRIEND…


WHEN I LAUGH BUT THEN REALIZE IM BEING OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD