Me: *Looks at my body and gets sad cause I'm 106kgs*
Me: *comfort eats*
Repeat.
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Me: *Looks at my body and gets sad cause I'm 106kgs*
Me: *comfort eats*
Repeat.
on our road to 100k.
It’s always the pretty one. The one that’s good at sport. Or it’s the one who dances around in short skirts and plain tees. Sometimes, it’s even the girl in the library who has her head in a book, or she did until she met him. I see them at the milk bar, coffee shops, restaurants. I see love everywhere I go, but I don’t understand why it’s never me. That girl is never me. Nobody has ever loved me.
we could have been anything if you just gave me a chance (via hurtpoems)
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them. And underneath that? I am absolutely naked. And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin; I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts like saran wrap that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before. And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof. My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But that doesn’t matter, right? You don’t care about how soft my skin is. You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark. But what if all they do is crack open windows? So I can see lightening through the clouds. What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air? What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold? But that’s not the story you want. You are licking your lips and baring your teeth. Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going. I don’t need to be the water in the well. I don’t need to be the well. But I’d like to not be the ground anymore. I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore. Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs. They find harmonies in their laughter. Their linked elbows echo in tune. What if I can’t hum on key? What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears? Some people can recognize a tree, A front yard, and know they’ve made it home. How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking? How long before I’m lost for good. It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself. But I keep swallowing what I thought was air. I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
Hannah Baker (Thirteen Reasons Why)
“Jeff Atkins + Quotes” requested by anon
How I want my bank account to look like by 25.
Claiming it.
Waaaaay up 🙏🏾
11:11am on the receipt.
Reblog for prosperity, and success. May you always have what you need.
That’s what I’m saying
In other words, this is the ATM receipt, reblog and money will come your way.
Doesn’t hurt to try.
I am 25 and have 34£ in my account 😧😔
this is the money minaj, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
I just found $2 in my pussy omg!!!!
see it really works!!
reblog if it's okay to vent in your ask box
doing this so people know that my blog and ask box is a safe place for them.
It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I’m a fucking mess but you knew that anyway from the moment you looked at me you knew i was full of sorry’s and lonely nights i told you i was like a hurricane and i ruin everything i touch you said it was okay because you were a fucking hurricane too but when you found me on my bathroom floor not once, not twice, not three times but the fifth time with blood stained knuckles and empty eyes you didn’t know what to do because i was broken and you were trying but no matter how many times you picked me up off of that cold tiled floor i was always finding my way back
A.M// and you got tired of that (via tullipsink)
submitted by: @hdwrites (x)
Fuck, I hope it pains you I hope the thought of me fucking makes your chest ache every time you go to kiss someone else who isn’t me I hope your knees shake and your fists clench as my laugh rings through your ears that not even music so fucking loud can drown the sound of me I hope it hurts you that I’m not there anymore and I hope you still miss me on some nights where it becomes too much to bear Because I still cry myself to sleep on some nights and I still hurt where it gets up to the point that I can even feel my own heart pounding inside of my chest as I remember ever broken promise we have ever made to each other So I hope it pains you like it’s been paining me ever since the day we said goodbye.
A.M.// I hope you hurt just like me. (via tullipsink)
Fuck you
Fuck you for leaving. Fuck you for all the times you made me cry. Fuck you for giving up on me. Fuck you for making me feel special. Fuck you for saying things like that and not meaning it. Fuck you for lying to me. But most of all: Fuck you for leaving me when I needed you the most. Fuck you because I still miss you