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Where we spin lies into fairy dust
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21:23
Where we spin lies into fairy dust
22:41
Social butterfly, the reliable, the dependency oozes out, the go-to, the not a push-over but not a sudden rejection, the calm in the storm and the storm in the dull. The rational thinker, the problem solver and the solution finder. The optimistic realist who never likes to disappoint, both the centre of attention and the forgotten background noise. The pigment of colour in a black and white Polaroid, the scribbling scrawl of an ‘I love you’ note from your mother and reassuring smile you’ve longed for. The words from the teacher that change your life and the thrill of your first kiss. The only person who’d silently read a book in the corner but buy coffee for a stranger who had no change. The good in the heartless and the vanity in the selfless. The strength when you have nothing and the pride when you have everything. She was mismatched socks and the clean bedsheets all in one. Her fragmented soul was a mirror image of the eternal scattering of the stars and the universe had created her in it’s likeness for it was aware that humanity needed more insight and more hope and less money and greed and war wasn’t part of the deal but it still happened yet wherever she walked, a trail of stardust followed her.
She was the mismatched socks and clean bedsheets and the broken hearts and the first loves; oh she was a contradiction with an erotic fascination associated with every tingle that was sent through your spine when she blinked
22:19
I can feel the poison crawling up my spine, bit by bit, taking control of my every fibre of my being. I’m being used and abused, taken as a weapon for self-destruction.
22:15
The walking embodiment of self disgust
Provoked by Oscar Wilde research
22:10
I don’t mean to say I’m lost but I also can’t declare to the world that I am whole and that I know exactly who I want to be. I can’t say there isn’t a person out there who will one day know my inner workings better than I do, but I can’t say that I have stumbled across someone who I can comfortably be sitting in silence with. And if I can’t say I haven’t then whose to say that I can.
14:32
And just like stars, we'll die beautiful
21:21
And when you lose the will to write, that is when you know you have been defeated
21:15
And you're the reason people still invest energy into believing the devil exists
18:41
Not everyone craves the sensational touch of words at 3am whilst clutching a dead rose, sobbing bitterly about a nostalgic memory with the only person they love. At least not everyone does at the same time.
22:50
When you left, I was back to my old self, but she was a stranger fore I had become so accustomed to this new person who was so madly in love with you, so stupidly dependant on you, that my default, became a stranger
23:15
I found out more about you by silently watching the little things you did, I learned more about you by watching what you liked online, what type of music you listened to, by what you doodled in your maths book. I learnt more about you from silently observing than from any conversation we've had in years. That's scary.
23:06
I want you to know, that regardless how many time I forget to say it, or how many nights go by where I don't speak, I just want you to know that regardless, I love you. You're beautiful, and you're funny and you mean a lot to me and I love you even if I never say it or I never act like it. -[excerpt from a text I will never send]
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
22:29
You provide nothing to help improve my state of mind, rather you're the fuel that deteriorates it
22:32
He turned her into a hedonistic, masochistic, psychotically damaged woman who fell in love with the sound of shattering glass
22:28
People are poison but from it, you get art