The Stonewall Inn
YOU ARE THE REASON

oozey mess
macklin celebrini has autism
KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost
taylor price

Origami Around
Noah Kahan
Monterey Bay Aquarium

#extradirty
occasionally subtle

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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almost home
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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr

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@fvccvbvs-archive-blog
I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others.
Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat.” (via fyp-psychology)
But I need. I lie. I mean everything I never say.
Traci Brimhall, from
Our Lady of the Ruins; “Requiem for the Firstborn”
(via horrorshow)
you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer.
efb | questions & answers, #2 (via qrowfalls)
ZODIAC AESTHETICS: Scorpio
Fearless learner, curious creature, powerful survivor. Emotions slide through trembling bodies like landslides, revealing gems that gleam through the darkness. Control is sought and gained timelessly, caught in a cycle of destruction and success. Wanting hands clasp destiny in their palms, fingers curled tight enough to leave crescent-shaped marks in too-soft flesh.
@incantevoles
You’re so goddamned tough, but all people don’t have to be like you.
Charles Bukowski, The Pleasures of the Damned (via wordsnquotes)
Book Club, Johan Deckmann
someone: *genuinely cares about my self-destructive ass*
me:
She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)
@fvccvbvs
The Fiery Heart, Richelle Mead
when i see that name i don’t think of the dead dog or anything like that. i think of a word that feels around in the dark. i don’t think childhood can live here. i don’t think anything can. instead, there’s loneliness which on its own feels trite. pre-owned. something i’m practising. but i feel locked inside the pitfalls of my own history. i don’t believe i really exist. you come into this world small & in immediate danger. i want another world where i never had blood on me. one where i entered like glass or snow.