Small town girl

Canadian, 19.

[love]

[coffeebean-aesthetics-deactivat]

Moodboard inspired by Hecate, the Greek Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft

Please like/reblog if you save

[fractured-poet]

Star-crossed.

[innocent-gone]

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone but she’s tired of being lied to, used, and thrown aside when she is no longer convenient. Maybe she has suffered one too many heartbreaks from boyfriends or best friends or parents. Maybe she wants to depend on someone but there’s no one left. No one, except herself.”

— She is her own strength, her own power. (via ifthenightcouldtalk)

[liache]

ok kids repeat after me

vinegar and bleach makes chlorine gas, which is highly toxic

ammonia and bleach makes chloramine, which is highly toxic

rubbing alcohol and bleach makes chloroform, which is highly toxic

hydrogen peroxide and vinegar makes peracetic/peroxyacetic acid, which can be highly corrosive

be careful about your cleaning products and dont get yourself injured or potentially killed ok

[gutsygills]

why it so dangerous to be clean

[positronicandomnipotent]

Because cleaning tends to kill things like tiny organisms and if you clean too hardcore it will kill big things like people

[algrenion]

my dad has owned a cleaning company for nearly ten years now and just a few weeks ago, even as expert as he is in this industry, he accidentally didnt wipe down his bleached shower well enough before spraying some type of cleaner on it and his whole bathroom smoked. TF. Out. Like kids, dad nearly died, You’re in an enclosed space and suddenly your cleaning products start smoking you out. I didnt even know this could happen until the warning he gave me after an immediate checkup with his doctor. If an expert cleaner can make that big a slip up then anyone can; dont take ya eyes off that shit for a minute, family. Be safe, gang gang

[littlegoddesshestia]

At first I thought this was gonna be an at home guide to destroying people. I was like yea let’s fucking do this. I started getting my hit list out

[staystrong1997me]

Roll over and nudge my boyfriend In his sleep “babe, rubbing alcohol and bleach makes chloroform.” Him - “why were you searching that up?” 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[cheese24k]

[perksofbeingacheesestick-deacti]

omfg the tears

[anniephantom]

found a new fucking favorite song right here

[dewgonite]

Evening made

[spidersontheweb-deactivated2014]

2 seconds in and I reblogged.

[unstable-biotic-deactivated2015]

its about time tumblr found this

[andlifemovesonn]

[staystrong1997me]

To my ex soul mate

Do you think of me?

Do you think about the way your name would softly roll of my toungue?

Do you miss all the plans we had for the future? The children, the house, the cars..

Do you lie awake some nights thinking about everything that went wrong? Do you wonder if you had just tried a bit harder would things have worked out?

This ache inside my body doesn’t seem to want to stop. It’s longing for someone that’s no longer there. I miss the way I could tell you anything. I miss the way I felt wanted.

I hate you for leaving.

When things got messy

I told you I was messy.

I never meant to hurt you,

But it seems it’s what I do best.

I’d take back every harsh word I ever said,

Every I love you I didn’t say back.

I’d hold you on those nights you’d turn your back on me out of anger.

I’d kiss your lips, with every broken fibre in my soul.

You,

My ex soul mate

Stole my happy ending, turned it sour.

~Love, how could that have been love..

The things I wish I could tell you, but I’m just going around in circles, you replaced me.

But I, have not replaced you. And I’m not quite sure if I can

[staystrong1997me]

[staystrong1997me]

[staystrong1997me]

“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

— Ashe Vernon 
(via thelovejournals)

[nikki-adtr]

I lost my older brother in a car accident last night. I really hate doing this but my family needs help.

[filthy-fvcking-soul]

Gooooood times

[joekeerys]

I need you to hear this. 

[myxandme-blog]

[purplecloudedthoughts]

“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

— Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)

[purplecloudedthoughts]

Maybe I do still think about you a hundred times a day. Maybe I do still think of you when I do certain things, like wear my hair that way you loved or listen to a song you showed me. Maybe I do still cry sometimes, pieces of my heart rolling down my cheeks as fast as rivers. Maybe I do still feel that last kiss on my lips some days. Maybe I do still say your name a little sweeter than his. Maybe I am still struggling to let go. But at the end of even my very worst days, days when I saw memories of you everywhere I went, only heard your name in every story someone told, I’m still a little less broken than when you left me. I can breathe. I can laugh. I can get out of bed, put on my makeup, and make it through the day without crying all of it off. I can feel the cracks you left healing, feel my mind pushing you out a little more every day. I know I will wake up one day, maybe in a month, maybe in 10 years, but one day I will wake up next to someone who loves me just as much as I love them. Someone who will recognize that when I love, I love with everything in me. I don’t believe in holding back. I will give him everything, and he’ll love the good, and he’ll love that I’m honest about the bad. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I talk so much, and that my laugh echoes off the walls. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I’m clingy because he knows that texting him every 20 minutes when we’re apart is my way of saying that he’s the most important person in my phone. He’ll spend his whole life loving my big eyes and watching the colors change. He’ll spend his whole life loving my arms around him, and my late night “I love you"s, and my random bursts of goofy that he’ll never understand but he’ll love that it keeps him on his toes. He’ll spend his whole life loving all the things you did, but he’ll love them enough to know that someone like me can’t be replaced, and he’ll know better than to let me feel unloved. He’ll spend his whole life loving all of me. And on that day that I wake up next to him, I won’t remember the boy who took my love for granted when I was 17. But trust me, you’ll remember me. A small piece of you will always remember me.

I’m irreplaceable, you’re a dime a dozen (via pinkypromiseimnottheoldsam)