FRAGILE.

kashi / she & her / *nfp

[restleft-blog]

if you want to try again ever, just ring a bell.

[staycuteandcozy]

[jonathanohhey]

[marvelgifs]

Wanda Maximoff in Captain America: Civil War

[multidimensionalmarie]

Hey, um, I know we haven’t talked for a while but, I kinda miss talking to you. I mean, not in the mushy way but in the normal way, kinda like we used to. It just feels like I’m going one way and you’re going another but everytime our paths intersect you honk your horn so I know you’re there right before you take a detour and I don’t interact with you till the next pit stop. And in all honesty, I’m kinda sick of it. I’m sick of feeling like “that one girl” or being referred to as “that girl you used to talk to” because in all honesty my name will do just fine. The worst part is, you were one of the nicest, most caring, sweetest friends I had, its too bad that I can’t use those terms towards you anymore without using a word that relates it to being past tense. I hope you have a great life, because from what I knew about you, you deserved it.

Texts I’ll never send (via multidimensionalmarie)

[stay-loww]

Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots

[gansaey]

Arctic Monkeys // Piledriver Waltz

[gansaey]

[gansaey]

[gansaey]

Arctic Monkeys // Piledriver Waltz

[artisstry]

 if i believe you // the 1975

[rosecutietyler]

melanie martinez // potato head

[rosecutietyler]

melanie martinez // potato head

[thexfiles]

i love women. in the feminist way and in the gay way. happy international women’s day

[crimescened]

I WILL // s. mardon

most days i remember you half-way, half a person, half a dream,

swollen wrists / scraped knees / that pit in my stomach holding your words,

most days you are something half-imagined, almost a nightmare,  something a monster could call a lover,

curled lip / clever eyes / gentle fingers gripping vise-like /

most days you’re at the edge of my vision, half real, waiting for me to come home,

[crimescened]

TRUTH OR // s. mardon

TRUTH: most days i’m a step away from my body, watching on, half floating, half stumbling

TRUTH: i come back to myself & my ribs groan from the effort of keeping all this dark inside

TRUTH: twice a day i question if any of this is real - the grass doesn’t feel like grass anymore

TRUTH: there’s no sweet ending to this poem, just my body laying in a field of water and me one step away, half floating, half stumbling

[crimescened]

INSERT NAME HERE // s. mardon

your name is ____ and your hair is wet.

your name is ____ and you tell the doctor that it hurts and she tells you to count to ten and come back in a month.

your name is ____ and maybe that’s not your name anymore.

your name is ____ and your hair’s dry and so are all your words.

your name is ____ and even though the air grates against your throat you still have to breathe every day.