You are a Black Hole
08.20.16 // 12:11 a.m.
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You are a Black Hole
08.20.16 // 12:11 a.m.
Your tears adds up to my power. Yes, I'm bad.
I printed my name on your heart in pencil. You scrawled yours on mine in sharpie. You erased me, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t do the same.
I was always temporary, but you’re permanent. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
“I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better. This discovery leaves me with an unsettling, queer sort of feeling in my chest for reasons I can't explain.” -Jenny Han // P.S. I still love you
Love isn’t about being lost and then found. It isn’t just hide and seek. It can be chasing after someone like tag. When they’re it, it becomes stuck in the mud, being rendered immobile in ours or someone else’s filth, whether real or imaginary. If imaginary we fail to see that person’s green pastures or concrete heart. Or we just kick the can when the relationship just doesn’t work out. Love isn’t just child’s play but I think a lot of our childhood games mentally prepared us for the real thing subconsciously later on in our adult lives. Those who finish as the most happiest with smiles warming their faces are the real winners for having lost their hearts in the game. Those who leave as losers lost nothing by not playing but ended up missing out on all the fun and happiness that comes with losing one self until being found by not just another but themselves too.
oldliteratisoul (via wnq-writers)
If they don't talk now, the scar will only harden over time, it will calcify, and then they'll be like strangers who never loved each other, which is the saddest thought of all.
Jenny Han // P.S. I still love you
How did love become so violent?
You take things so hard and then you fall apart
Cry Baby // Melanie Martinez
I waited for you.
Take me to your paradise
I want you. I need you. I know there is something in you. Give me that kiss. Grab me with fierce. Fill me with unending bliss. A full glance. A lifetime chance. Under the moonlight dance. Explore. Implore. Let's do it on the floor. Take it slow. Keep it low. I don't want you to go. Finally, you've come. Suddenly, you're gone. I was left with none. You just want me. You just need me. You used me then left me. This game is so lame. Full of shame. Tell me, how can I forget your name?
Paula Bianca
I'm a weak creature. Touch me and I'll give it to you
Craving for you
Oh baby I'm begging you to save me I'll let you see what you wanna see Oh darling come and give me a kiss I'll held you captive on my lips Yes, I'm insane and strange Yes, I'm crazy i was rearranged Deep in your dark eyes Giving me those hidden signs Your heart's secret desire Fits my heart's flaming fire Oh dear pull me closer Promise me to never go farther Oh love give me the sign I want to feel your lips against mine
AGAINST MINE // kiss me.hard.now.
In the forest dark and deep, I offer you eternal sleep
Sweet dreams
Wonderland is home. It gets darker and darker then suddenly i'm lost. Lost in the world of wonderland.
//come and find me