Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.

note to self  (via safeslut)

Fuck.

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The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.
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touchinggg:

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I was quiet but I wasn’t blind
Thoughts (via fluerly)

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Scars are not always on wrists.
six word memoir (via speak4yourself)

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chauvinistsushi:

meepitperson:

Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.

gonna reblog this till I stop tumbling

(Source: the-church-of-saint-aubergine, via carry0nkid)

folieadontleaveryan:

map-of-problematique:

shawnsmirk:

I WANT TO DYE MY HAIR BLUE

I WANT A NOSE RING

I WANT A TATTOO

I WANT TO DO THINGS

WITH MY OWN BODY

BUT I CANT

BECAUSE OF SCHOOL

AND ALSO BECAUSE MY MOM

MOSTLY BECAUSE MY MOM

(via tigerssjaw)

my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it:

the devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. he comes dressed as everything you’ve ever wished for // tucker max

Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.


Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)

(via t-ranquillity)

i carry a tongue-tied heart
that has forgotten how
to speak in regular beats.
instead, every second
is a stutter, an
explosion under the skin.
a firecracker bubbling.

is there a scientific name for this?

i carry a land mine
between my cheeks. a
battlefield of lovers
fighting in silence.
mouths that trace each scar
back to the beginning:
the downfall of the
very first star.

keep your eyes open.
we don’t want to miss it.


i carry a fist full of
bad habits.
cigarettes.
bitten nails.
a pair of good running shoes.
an empty bottle of whatever
i can afford at the time,
as long as it burns
on the way down.

quick,
fill my mouth
with the memories of
what could have been.

A.Y // double knotted (via 2wentysixletters)

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A body can only go 4-5 days without sleep, but I’ve gone years without rest.
i can’t hear anything over my racing thoughts // charlotte geier  (via wintercrying)

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