fight off your demons

laura | 23 | a little lost.

[positivelypositivethoughts]

[dyledelic]

Hi there!

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[indieiphonewallpapers]

tiny vessels // death cab for cutie

[themuteprotagonist]

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[yoursummerdreamz]

[harmed]

Stranger Things ( 2016 )

[erupted]

feel me by Deni Pesto

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[invdious]

[mattyisnotemo]

matty healy via the 1975 on ig

[soughtaffections]

“I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.”

— HE. (via stayygone)

[soughtaffections]

“How to love your depressed lover. Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort. Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.”

— (via girlchoking)

[victorianevergivesup]

“I always thought I would sink, so I never swam”

— Miley Cyrus, Malibu (via enedakuka)

[mothurs]

[blossomfully]

I am destroying myself so other people can’t,“ she said, ” and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.

S.Z. // (via blossomfully)