I've got a war in my mind

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[soothingmask1]

“A lover doesn’t discourage your growth. A lover says, ‘I see who you are today, I cannot wait to see who you become tomorrow.’”

[dracosmalfovs]

once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and i thought it meant homeless and i was so confused i said ‘jeremy you’ve been to my house’ 

[prince-edgeworth]

This is the bestest opcion in whole yakuza 0😂

[minigenos]

Would you accept this round warm girl into your life?

[neomushi]

yes

[librius]

affdhbdfjojvtij im goNNA CRY

[librius]

JELLYFISH IN SPANISH IS JUST “BAD WATER”

[librius]

[peachy-beeps]

Listen, sometimes you’re swimming and you dont see the angry ocean ghost zap you, so you decide that its the water that hurts

[57nophotography]

“You Look Like My Dreams” - New Orleans, LA

[wnq-writers]

Some may wonder how to become immortal, but it’s as simple as breaking a writer’s heart. If you destroy a writer, I promise to you, your name will live forever.

narcoticpen (via wnq-writers)

[latenightcornerstore]

So you see yourself as a revolving door: a place people keep passing through but never want to stay. You get used to the idea of impermanence– never fall in love without an exit strategy, a way to untangle your heart when they leave you. (And they always leave you. That part, at least, is constant.) When you become, instead, a dead end, a back alley, a Do Not Enter, they want to know why you are suddenly unavailable. You show them hands calloused from all this giving–ask if they have ever loved a day in their life, ask why everything you had was never enough to satisfy. Trouble is, you see yourself as a peace offering: a willing body meant to keep the quiet quiet. And you throw yourself at every open mouth. So your method of coping looks more like taking your body to market just to see who’s willing to buy it. This is how you give yourself up in pieces, but never notice what you’re missing. It’s how you use sex as just another way to hurt yourself. How you become nameless in the face of all the things you want in parts and pieces but refuse to accept in full. Love becomes a fairy tale that scares you. Kisses, safe only in small doses–it’s dangerous to get attached to the things that never want you. Or worse, the ones who want to keep you: like an animal, like a trophy, like bragging rights. When all you’ve ever wanted is somebody who would keep you like a promise.

STAY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[endless-unfolding]

we’ll wake, put soft hands against other’s face and pour ourselves as rivers against the unsayable     as if it were stone

Weston Cutter, from “An Attempt at a New Definition of Forever,” (0,0) (Floating Wolf Quarterly, 2012)

[c-hasingnostalgia]

There is no escape from a mad place, not when your own mind follows you wherever you go.

I just want to learn how to breathe

[c-hasingnostalgia]

La Gloire

With two sides to the story,

How will you try to clear this?

Complains to them;

But tells me he loves it.

What a backwards manual,

I'm still willing to risk it.

He's not IKEA furniture,

At least that, I know how to assemble.

On Thursdays, afraid of the sunshine,

He acts like he doesn't love the lime light.

First time being cautious,

Can't tell if I like it.

Apparently mistakes are okay,

But I don't think loss is my thing.

When I've discovered my aim,

I'll run for the target.

Because ending up on top,

Is always the best bit.

Never mind power going to my head,

I can't fail once I get the crown;

Again.

[purplebuddhaproject]

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Dr. Seuss (via purplebuddhaproject)

[c-hasingnostalgia]

You're the one thing I could never lose motivation with/ And I'm not sure if thats a good or bad thing

[c-hasingnostalgia]

Regret is clearer than Monday morning rumours

White sage clears negative energy right? Maybe it’s all i need to forget that night Though maybe if people stop mentioning it That would also be alright I want nothing more to do with him Why can’t he get it It was a one time thing But now its over and done with So I shouldn’t feel so hesitant to live

[c-hasingnostalgia]

Miscommunication

Sometimes miscommunications are a very big accident Though sometimes you can fix them before living in the consequences And sometimes they cause horrible things Like missed opportunities and getting fired from your job Sometimes they cause misguided feelings Whether its crushing those previous ideas of emotion Or building up unneeded reciprocation Like if you begin to like someone, just because they like you Only to find out you'd been fed the initial information wrong We shouldn't have to live in a perfect world Believe it or not, it would actually be torture So we have to deal with some of these negative things, Like the truth being interpreted the wrong way, Just so we can learn to appreciate all the good Just a little bit more.

[c-hasingnostalgia]

Freak is hardly the word I'd use to describe myself, thankyou

I don’t mean to be rude But sir, you’ve got it Completely wrong. Believe it or not, I don’t mind that I haven’t left My house in more than 2 months It may seem a bit strange to Someone who can’t go one day Without running to the shops To pick up things for lunch, But I’m perfectly content with My self-given prison sentence. Perhaps you can’t instantly recall The number of bricks In the walls of your sitting room, But I can; And I don’t mind that one bit. Perhaps you can check into A hotel effortlessly, whereas I Wouldn’t even know where to start This may be news to you but None of it makes me a freak It simply ensures we are not the same And with all the labels you stick to people Who would want to be just like you Anyway?