FUCK IT

im always here if you need someone to talk to

[thoughtkick]

“Just because you bury something doesn’t mean that it stops existing.”

— Jenny Han

[bnmxfld]

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

[longestnight]

ghost girl walks in silence, spreads rot all over her town. she crumbles to pieces under the stare of a flashlight.

[angeldustaneverythingnice]

You were so convincing

And so heaven white

I watch you die

Animals begging to eat

They can't survive

Not meant to be

Flowers of skin and bone

We're all alone

Waiting to die

Take me from this evil place

In your twisting arms

Not meant to be

[oscarsins]

“My girl, she is fierce. She pulled out the tongue of a man with her dragon teeth, when he stuck it down where it doesn’t belong. My girl, she is the princess. She is also the dragon. Whoever wrote down that she has to be one or the other, obviously, got it wrong. My girl, she’s delicate. I wiped her tears away, my lips on her cheekbones, whispering prayer upon prayer, wishing justice upon a girl that the world done wrong. My girl, she is beautiful. Her skin like charcoal, her eyes like fire when she told me to run, and her trembling body that night when I stayed. My girl, she is beautiful. Her voice like Jasmine tea, her mind like the rivers, when she told me of dreams about far away places and nightmares about demons with their reptilian skin. My girl, she is precious. She took me to the blue ocean and held me as the sun set and the sun rose out of the ember seas like a ball of fire. Taught me about the sacred and holy things, like how a human body is meant to be touched softly and about how it craves the harshness when it is hurting. My girl, she is mine, as I am hers. We are spun out of our women birthed out of a sea of blood, how is it a surprise how strong we are while we bleed, while our bodies break and our eyes lose their color. We are blood, we are hard work, we are determination, we are women.”

— oscarsins

[longestnight]

a former lover's blonde hair,

a bath that's gone cold,

missed phone calls.

the world, changing.

you, remaining.

[love]

You’re home. (via pinterest)

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[i-wrotethisforme]

It’s important to have parts of yourself that are just yours. Parts that no one else gets to see, a side of you that’s secret. Because then, no matter what, there’s something that you’ll always still have, that will always be just yours. Inside jokes with yourself, secret places that you never take anyone. This keeps you sane and this keeps you real and this ensures that the most important person in your life will always be yourself.

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

― The Long Excuse (2016) “I don’t love you anymore. Not one bit.”

[its-that-creepy-asian-again]

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Daughter - Medicine

You could still be, What you want to, What you said you were, When I met you You’ve got a warm heart, You’ve got a beautiful brain. But it’s disintegrating, From all the medicine. From all the medicine. From all the medicine. Medicine You could still be, What you want to be, What you said you were, When you met me

[haleyincarnate]

I FELT SO MUCH, THAT I STARTED TO FEEL NOTHING.

[syntacked]

“Find me now. Before someone else does.”

— Haruki Murakami

[ephemeralology]

“It keeps me up at night.”

—

[word-stuck]

[sulfur]

[bratze-blog]