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Posted 1 hour ago


this is fucking gold

(Source: pleatedjeans)

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Posted 11 hours ago

but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

Growing Up (via extrasad)
Posted 11 hours ago
Posted 11 hours ago

Go down a waterslide when it isn’t wet and you’ll understand why foreplay is so important.

Posted 11 hours ago
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.
Iain S. Thomas (via nevergiveup-staystronger)

(Source: psych-facts)

Posted 11 hours ago
Posted 11 hours ago
I knew you would fuck me up. And I let you in anyway.
Midnight thoughts (I’m so stupid)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

Posted 20 hours ago
I trust people too much, and the other tragedy is I can’t say no.