queen of disaster

Ashley

[ourwhisperingstarrs]

This isn't an ask but I just wanted to let you know that you're beautiful and you light up rooms with your presence. Just by being there.

😍😍😍 thank you so much

[bpd--bumblebee-deactivated20180]

when someone asks you what it feels like to have a mental illness

[ourwhisperingstarrs]

me: going good

bpd: let's play was it emotional trauma or are you just a weak bitch

me: going bad

[fatalesophie]

[quotemadness]

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

Beau Taplin (via quotemadness)

[misswallflower]

“Eat Your Heart Out” is a series of words remembered from break-ups reimagined as something sweet.

by Isabella Giancarlo

[vanish]

[danger]

[weavemama]

[forrpetessake-deactivated202503]

Oh my fucking god

[gamgee]

you dont even need to cut the tops off strawberries you can just eat the whole thing theyre like kiwis you can just eat all of it

[cinged-deactivated20180706]

[zuulie-deactivated20120728]

[thereal1990s]

Pulp Fiction (1994)

[thetownwitches]

How Come I’m Body Positive But Only When It Comes to Others? An Autobiography by Me, a Girl Who’s Internalized Western Beauty Standards and Misogyny So Much So That She’s Been Conditioned to Perpetually Hate Herself Even Though She Has Unlearned This Hatred In Terms of Other Women’s Bodies and Choices

[m1nd--0ver--matter]

[so-pale-girl]

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

So-pale-girl

(via so-pale-girl)

[pornstarch]

why do cats run through the house like they forgot to pull their dinner rolls out of the oven

[vicholas]

[humansofnewyork]

“I knew my husband very well.  We’d been living together for twenty-one years.  So it was obvious that something was going on.  Suddenly he started playing guitar and writing songs.  The songs were OK, but I read some of the lyrics and they clearly weren’t written for me.  He started wearing cologne.  He started liking new foods that he’d never even tried before.  So I was suspicious.  Then one night he came home crying.  I said: ‘What happened?  Did you kill someone?’  He told me that he’d gotten a girl pregnant.  She’d just had the baby and didn’t want to keep it.  Then he asked me if I would raise it!  I said: ‘Sure, give it to me.’  I arranged to meet the woman in the park, and she handed me the boy.  He was only three days old.  He felt like my son the moment I held him.  I got rid of my husband a few months later.  But I kept the baby.  He’s sixteen now.”  

(Lima, Peru)

[ourwhisperingstarrs]

this is...the plot of Fences