[apjvff]

music is like music to my ears ^_^

[holyqround]

poland hasnt done anything good at eurovision since the half naked butter churning

[simpingforpjo]

[flowerpixl]

maybe if this wasnt so new to me and maybe if i was a little braver we could have worked out. maybe if i had the balls to show you how much i truly liked you sober you would have felt it and believed it. maybe you wouldn’t have found me so childish then. but just existing in the same room makes me so nervous and made me blush all the way down to my feet. i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met and it kills me that you’re someone else’s to love now

[hotkniferuwu]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[aletheyass]

is it so bad to want to kill everyone at all times

[aletheyass]

went on a walk smelled the pine trees. im fine now

[aletheyass]

crave blood again

[sweatermuppet]

dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing

[fishandshesmygills]

every girl should be allowed to lie on the floor for 16 hours a day to cope with the agonies

[fairycosmos]

being in your 20s is like im 17 and i don't know who i am. im 55 curled up with a book. im ancient. i've been here forever. i never left. i'm 5 years old and i'm lost at the supermarket

[fairydrowning]

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

[fairydrowning]

"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

[metamorphesque]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[sanegreen]

just a girl in her room trying to forgive herself

[honeytuesday]

babe. be real with me. if i were a plain little rock on a beach would you pick me up and turn me over in your hand and marvel over how wonderfully ordinary i am. like really take the time to ponder how there isn't necessarily anything special about me but that the very deed of choosing me out of countless other rocks raises me to a precious, almost sacred level of irreplaceability that is only accessible through the act of being seen and loved?

[confessionalists]

* walking round the supermarket muttering to myself* loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still

[dead-florist]

me and a friend found this pin and immediately thought of jules-albert so naturally i had to draw it

[guooey]

Constantly repeating to myself “you are not broken you are young and learning how to live” during everything I do everywhere I go all the time