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My name is just Bella. Not Isabella. 16. Chicago.


Maybe sometimes you have to be away from the people you love to constantly remember how much you love them. To remind yourself never to take advantage of their presence. To hug them tighter when you’re with them.

(via its-called-serendipity)



i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.

this is so beautiful



Rihanna at Costume Institute Gala in New York, the red carpet. *close up*
Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
Matty Healy (the 1975)

(Source: hightydes, via astonishingly)


Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?

(via takeyou)