inexplicable @cor-ayye-blog - Tumblr Blog

i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit

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annamakesthings

things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom 35mm film scans some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.

i. it’s getting bad again ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on

girlswithstyle

cor-ayye-blog

Sometimes I pretend this girl and I look similar

We totally don't

muchandfiercely-blog

Autumn looks good on you, Texas.

oofpoetry

After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises … After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn” (via oofpoetry)

Dreams as shattered as a teenagers iPhone

coachela

loving someone from afar and knowing you cant have this person makes you craving them so much more - April 2013

It ain't even slick

#daisys #i love danika #girl #too white

lora-mathis

I first found you in a thunderstorm. You were the raindrop that hit my eye and made me curse not bringing an umbrella. We met again in the bathroom of a seedy bar my friends had dragged me to. You were the graffiti pouting, ‘If it ends tonight, I hope my last words are your name.’ You were the hum of noise as I stared at my feet to not fall over. The buzz of voices and clinking glasses as I licked my lips and ordered another drink. You were the sunlight reddening my face on a sailboat. The roaring wave that threatened to tip the ship over. I dove into you and let my clothes hang limply on me. You were the grin that exploded on my face as I crawled onto shore, dripping wet and covered in seaweed. You are the salt spray stuck to my tongue. I’ve spent the last two years spitting you out. When I was six years old, I picked a bouquet of you in an abandoned lot. Your petals are still wilting on my dresser because I’m too sentimental to let you rot in a dump. You are every 4 a.m. phone call I make-the unbelievably loud ringing that threatens to wake my neighbors, the cold beep of a voicemail slapping me awake, the silence in my room after I hang up. You are my unanswered texts and nervous fingers lighting a cigarette. You are the wet curbs I waste afternoons on. You were the last sip before I went sober. You are the reason I’m afraid to get older. You are the black water I leave each party to stare at. Swallow me whole, I’m yours.

You’ve Got Hands Like God, Go Ahead and Destroy Me | Lora Mathis (via soggypoetry) "you want a love that consumes you" (via conor-broberst)