[fadingfluorescence]

[deactivated-blog]

Remember when you had energy to do things? Those were some wild times

[lll-ll-ll-lll]

via Flickr

[dean-colette-deactivated2026050]

controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing

[henderys]

unrealistic. blocked,

[nourrice]

tbh I am ugly but I’m also gorgeous it’s very complex

[smores-crepes]

do you ever think like. yeah. I’m doing good. and then you’re like. oh. oh I’m crying

[ruinsmami]

do you ever catch yourself being mean for no reason and youre just like???? go take a nap????

[4allgoodthings]

[thelovejournals]

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss

roughlycapricious (via wnq-writers)

[gothyeehaw]

next years mood is love, same as always

[trippiest]

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

[artsnquotes]

Art exists because life is not enough.

Ferreira Gullar (via wordsnquotes)

[imamdrake-deactivated20180503]

there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me

[inferior]

Vyacheslav Onishchenko

[oomshi]

am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes

[marvelsmostwanted]

but i still want to know how jack harkness became a giant face