-,' f*ck ,'-

we came to F U C K everybody party till the gasman comes 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒 like bowie in the ( morning ) sun and get a parking violation on la brea till it's done ❝ hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool! ❞ sing it like the kids that are ᴍᴇᴀɴ to you, C'MON when you wanna be a movie star lay the game and take the band real far play it right and drive a ❝ volvo car ❞ pick a fight at an airport bar the kids don't care if you're all right honey pills don't help but it sure is funny !!

[raqscallion-blog]

“ strip club or gay bar tonight ? i am an emotionally compromised bisexual ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Are there wounds that never heal? Yes.

Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist (via violentwavesofemotion)

[asian]

[yeahmoretz]

[thelovejournals]

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via thelovejournals)

[tragedysins]

caught in the middle // paramore

[musiisms]

                                 the world has not been kind to me.

[sadgrl09]

[loverloverlovermp3]

[iliadtexts]

[labors]

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

[maryjblige]

https://instagram.com/p/BN5UpLvgFHz/

[sleepydollie]

in my defense, i was left unattended

[lhzthepoet]

He smelled like hope in the cracks of the darkness.  Which was odd, because he thrived in it.

He made it seem like home // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[fuckosexual]

mood

[wsyunjin]

@raqscallion  

   on new turf comes the promise of a white flag situation— putting the differences aside to just enjoy the moment. that’s easier said than done though, sometimes common sense just comes between alma and easy fun. 

  “listen, achi,” (a nickname she has no right to, really, but does she ever?) “ i know you’re a southerner or whatever, but do you have to look so… american?” whatever herculean (no pun intended) task she’s cleared in order to end up on their good side for tonight comes undone just like that, but peace never lasts long between them anyway. she grins, cocking her head to the side in faux consideration. “maybe.. change your shirt.. and your pants.. all that, you know, so as to not scare the local eurotrash or whatever.” 

[raqscallion-blog]

they were never civil, though many times, they’d claimed to be ‘perfectly fucking civil, thank you very much’, and the change in their environment would not change their personality. “ jesus. ” it’s muttered under their breath as they speak. of course, they could just play the sorry you spoke in my deaf ear could you never repeat what you said again, thanks card, but they knew for a fact that it would end in frustration on both sides. “ sorry, sweatheart, is this — ” they gesture to their wardrobe ( a black t-shirt paired with black jeans ) “ — too american for you? also, we’re in a tourist destination, there are plenty of people dressed worse than i. you for example. ”

[kardashianjennergifs]