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my thoughts on society *TW: self harm*

[leatherwingsinc-deactivated2015]

[caluummhood-deactivated20140506]

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

the first post ever on tumblr

[powerpuffsposts-deactivated2025]

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

[kpopdotexe-blog]

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

[teenyweenynotepad]

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

[flamboynt-deactivated20151220]

I FOUND IT ✊

[addcolortomysky]

I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL

[blairisbae]

Who first posted this?

[ratbastarddotfuck]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD

[amberdamnn]

Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨

[kazekis]

HOLY F-

[cclllaaaaiiiiirrrreeeeee-deacti]

Hell yeah

[greaseitupalittle-deactivated20]

For Pony :)

[an-outsiders-sunset]

I’m gonna do it, for Johnny

[lovemerighthere]

🌻

[hellalowselfesteem]

heck

[dizzy-equestrian-blog]

I FOUND IT AGAIN OMGKMGOMG

[ocean-glint]

I will do my best in my exams, amen

In the name of the father, the son and holy spirit, amen

Amen and Nema

[anti-sxciall]

the OG y’all. I wish to be 120 by my birthday.

[greenteaandasmile]

I wish to be 50kgs and the best in all my classes 🌸

[sextfeels]

[sextfeels]

[sextfeels]

[drunktextssextsandpoetry]

she is spit-in-your-face, brass-knuckles-angry nail-guns and eyes-on-fire she is fight-your-cheating-boyfriend, slash-his-tires, egg-his-house, burn-him-to-the-ground. she is middle-finger-raised-high, chin-up-and-snarling she is pepper-spray, keys-wedged-in-fingers bloody-nose-feminist she is gasoline-and-ripped-jeans. she is keeps-a-knife-in-her-purse pistol-cocked and lighter-lit she is fuck-off and never-backs-down. though she be but little, she is fierce. though she is fierce, she is flinch-when-you-touch, stiffen-her-spine, don’t-walk-alone, she is shaking-in-bed, she is crying-in-the-shower, she is dichotomous, she is afraid. though she is afraid, she is reapply-her-lipstick, black-combat-boots, leather-jacket-badass, she is survival.

inspired by all my girlfriends, but especially sunflotus (via drunktextssextsandpoetry)

[flowerstrickensunlight]

What does being in love feel like?

being in love feels like that moment when you’re paused at the top of a rollercoaster and that second takes an age and then you drop and your heart rate skyrockets and your stomach flies up into your throat and you don’t know if you’re laughing or screaming. 

it feels like stargazing on a chilly night.  like wrapping the sheet back around yourself on a summer morning before it gets hot, and falling back to sleep because you’re so comfortable.  it feels like the static in the air right before a thunderstorm hits, when you can see the rain in the distance and you’re running headlong to shelter but you don’t make it, so you fling out your arms and feel the rain run down your back and through your hair.  like lending them your sweatshirt and knowing you won’t get it back. 

it feels like laughing when your teeth smack together as you’re kissing.  it feels like home.  it feels like absent minded touching and arguing over netflix and inside jokes and bad puns and getting sick at the same time.  it feels like the ocean, drowning or swimming, sunrise or sunset.  it feels like standing on top of a mountain and knowing that you’ll never be able to write down what this looks like and how it makes you feel and how in that moment, you know that god is real.  it feels like borrowing their chapstick and meeting their mom.  it feels like tipsy and it feels like smudged lipstick and smeared mascara. 

it feels like letting go.  like knowing that they’re out there in the world, somewhere.  it feels like that one song - you know the one.  it feels like wonder and magic and everything you believed in when you were a kid.  it feels like skin on skin and hands tangled in hair and not caring what you look like with the lights on.  like shooting star wishes that came true, like tree swings and front porches and big city lights and traffic and small town convenience stores because you’re out of milk, again. 

it feels like being held for exactly the right amount of time.  like holding hands even when you’re sweaty.  it feels like a book that you don’t mind reading over and over again, or a movie you can quote by heart but still laugh at the funny parts.  it feels like grilled cheese sandwiches, sitting on old kitchen stools, or it feels like dressing up, just to end up at the same diner you always go to.  it feels like knowing how they eat their pizza and what breakfast food is their favorite. 

like knowing exactly what to get them for christmas and how to make them blush when you whisper in their ear.  it feels like where to touch them to make their breath come a little faster.  it feels like how their neck smells and the way you fit in their arms, and they in yours.  it feels like writing this without editing it, because it doesn’t matter what being in love feels like to me - you’ll know what love feels like when you hear it knock, and you’ll say, “oh.  i recognize you.”

[alissaamay]

Cum for me baby.

[oculus-infernum]

a message for my generation

BE FUCKING NICE TO EVERYONE.

Yes, EVERYONE.

Be nice to the people you love. Be nice to the people you hate. Be nice to the people who fall somewhere in between.

Be nice to the young. Be nice to the old. Be nice to those who agree with you. Be nice to those who don’t.

Hating others only hurts yourself.

When you harbor that intense hatred within yourself, and dwell in it constantly, you only poison yourself. That person you’re so worked up about doesn’t feel a fuckin thing.

Something bugging you? Speak up about it. We aren’t in preschool anymore, use your words and your intellect to get your point across - no need for hate or name calling. In fact, resorting to calling your fellow humans nasty names eliminates the chance of any progress.

BE. NICE.

You can disagree with someone and still love them.

Let me say that louder for the people in the back.

You can DISAGREE with someone AND STILL LOVE THEM

Just because they don’t share the same values as you do doesn’t mean they are any less of a person.

Disagreement doesn’t mean the end of a relationship. Disagreement doesn’t mean you get to hurt one another.

Be nice, be polite, love one another.

Is this really that complicated??

[inkskinned]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[ifthenightcouldtalk]

You know, it’s true what they say. That you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone. And now you’re gone and I’m lost and everything is just shades of black and white and grey. And I know it’s too late and you can’t hear me but I want to say it anyway. I need you to know that I loved you. Wholly, truly loved. I need you to know that I regret every time I prioritized something over you because nothing is more important than the time we had together. My regret is like a blanket smothering me every day and I’m too panicked to get out. I can’t escape this feeling and without you here I never will. I know all this now, I just wish I had known it then.

(via ifthenightcouldtalk)

[wnq-writers]

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? You’ve kissed her lips, and you’ve climbed inside her. Somehow you think that’s enough to know and love someone. Tell me about her nightmares? The ones that have her twitching next to you as you snore on, oblivious. Look down at your unblemished hands and tell me how many times you’ve cut yourself on the pieces of her broken heart. Tell me why she paints, Why she writes, Why she takes long baths. Tell me about her life, her childhood. Tell me about the first man who broke her heart. Tell me about her father and her brother. Tell me about her demons, and her fears. Tell me about her insecurities and the conversations she has with herself. Tell me about everything she wants from life. Tell me all the tiny little things she’s wished upon a star for. Tell me why her favorite city is her favorite city. Tell me why she flinches, ever so slightly, when you call her beautiful. Tell me all the little things you hate about her, and I’ll tell you why I love them. Tell me about her darkness, and I’ll tell you about her light. No my friend, you may have seen her body, but you have still yet to see her naked.

whatifgodisacat, Naked  (via wnq-writers)

[stuckinmywalk-deactivated201807]

For The First Time

I do not know why but No matter how many people I meet My mind returns to you The boy with a kind smile Whose thoughts I really want to open my ears too

For the first time In a long time I find myself really wanting To know someone Deeply

I want to know your stories I want to know your heart I want to know your smile

My ears are open Because you opened yours to me

A.M // damn it with feelings.

[baby--veins]

i had a dream you ran down a stop sign, yelling “why” and “i won’t” and i was in the backseat with empty hands and broken ankles. i am your forget-me-not girl, tiny post-it notes that barely stick to me and you aren’t upset that i forgot to call. and this could mean so many different things but i hope you don’t get me wrong. i am “yes” and “maybe” and you are “maybe not tonight” but we could be tomorrow and next week and next month if we tried.

a.m (via baby--veins)

[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

Find more from a.m. ream here: instagram.com/a.m.ream @words-oncanvas

[wordswritteninsilence]

They say it’s painful to say goodbye to the one you love. You didn’t even grant me that

Navin E. (grant me an ending)

[fadedghostt-deactivated20250717]

My favorite vision of you, Was when we were just lying there In a foreign place that was slowly feeling like home because of you The blankets were pulled up to our necks, suffocating our bodies as our legs tangled together and our hands found their way down each other’s back Your eyes twinkled with this sense of happiness and bliss that I’ve always loved to see Just thinking about it now makes my blood flow faster You had a gentle smile on your face that created little dimples that showed slightly, enough to make my breath hitch Your smile grew bigger as my fingers grazed your lips, feeling every outline on your face When I questioned what it was for you shook your head and softly spoke while pulling me closer grazing my cheek with your lips “I just love to see your smile”

Can we just go back to then so I can live it instead of imagining it (via fadedghostt)

[inkskinned]

(X: The sun will swallow us and space is mostly empty.)