Something Beautiful

@ourwaragainstourselves-blog

'Sup guys, I'm Skylar Maslow but only your mom calls me that. I go by Sky or Bethany, nothing else. I love winter, fall, camping, coffee, traveling, modeling, getting drunk, and meeting new people. I tend to be shy but once you get to know me, I don't shut up. I live on the philosophy that music heals the soul and mind. I'm on aim a lot: thatchicksinger ((THIS IS TOTALLY 100% FAKE. I AM NOT AFFILIATED WITH OR AM JESSIE BLUSH/LUSH/BORN. THIS IS FOR ROLE PLAY PURPOSES ONLY))

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i dont understand why parents get mad at their kids for staying up late especially when theyre not going to school like who is it harming

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Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared - You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.

Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel (via jamesfrancozpenis)

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Where do you belong?

Most people would answer their home, or even school. But there is no place I feel like I fit in more than at Warped Tour. For one day a year, these people I’m surrounded are both complete strangers but they also become my family. We’re all here for one reason: music. When I’m jumping in the crowd, screaming my lungs out, surrounded by hundreds of other hot and sweaty people who are doing the same, I feel so at home.

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fuck yeah

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This gave me chills oh gosh

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this is….i…..wow

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WTF I FEEL SO BAD FOR PISTACHIOS I MEAN THEY SPEND THEIR WHOLE LIFE IN THEIR SHELL AND U TAKE THEM OUT AND THEYRE LIKE “IM FREE YEEHAW!" AND THEN U EAT THEM AND THEY ARE DEAD