hello vonnie
trying on a metaphor
@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
AnasAbdin
Mike Driver
DEAR READER
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JBB: An Artblog!
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JVL
Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever
roma★
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ellievsbear
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@planetdick
This is biancas gf right? You better treat her like the princess she is before I take her from you, we have history it'd be a piece of cake. She's not looking as happy as she used to be and that's not okay with me. She deserves all the happiness so wht the fuck are you doing?
Sounds like someones still a lil hung up on my pretty lady.
I don’t use this tumblr anymore but hmu up @pokejayy and also this is Bianca’s boyfriend.
My theme song.
This mental illness is very odd. One day, waves are crashing against my skull sending it shaking, and the next, the sun is shining and everything is clear and calm.
I don’t know how to handle these high and lows. (via drinkt0forget)
I just want this all to be over with, everything fucking hurts and I've been crying for a solid three hours
Song Of The Week: Same Drugs | Chance The Rapper
You were always perfect, I was always practice Don’t you miss the days, stranger?
I,” she says, “am always stuck. I am always stuck between giving people everything because I am dying to create meaningful relationships, and giving them nothing at all because then if they leave, at least I’ll be left whole.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #138 (via blossomfully)
me: hoe don’t do it me: *lets all of my happiness depend completely on someone i know i’ll eventually lose* me: oh my god
There are things for which ink will not suffice, and they must need be written in blood.
whatifgodisacat, An Oath To Myself (via wnq-writers)
nobodys ever gonna love me
I’ve learned that people get sick of you not being okay. They get tired of dealing with how fucked up you are and walk away. Can you really blame them?
Dear No One (via tylersneverland)
yeah bullshit
