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wallacepolsom
One Nice Bug Per Day
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
blake kathryn
Claire Keane
ojovivo
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Andulka
shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
styofa doing anything
Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things
dirt enthusiast
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@sydneyrhumphrey
when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.
Dude no literally I had a friend who’s like the most badass chick I know and she got pulled out of class for being disruptive and when I saw her next she was crying so I asked her what happened and she goes, “He said he believed in me.” Like you don’t realize that changed my fucking world
This is how I feel everyday.
EVERY GIRL DESERVES TO FEEL PRETTY AND CONFIDENT WITH THEMSELVES AND A BIG FUCK YOU TO ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM THEM
its not an obsession until you read fanfic on your mobile in the dark
This hit me like ton of bricks...
fuck small talk, tell me about your childhood, your future. & sex & drugs or sunsets. I don’t know how to talk about school or the weather
(via jedenacht16bars)
I’ve mastered the art of pretending to be tired instead of admitting I’m sad
I think about the gun I shot, of the bullet that didn’t hit you. I think field. I think metal in the hand. I think of my own spine rupturing as something ugly ricochets off of something beautiful. This cleared bed, that story, the tender muscle beneath the skin, the light on Sunday, the filling in of the spaces. If I speak want, I speak you, & the language that is used is old & tattered like yesterday’s clothing, like flags from some war. If this is what it means, a heart torn into two’s & then three’s, then I love him, & him, & her from when I was sixteen & sweetness was simple & only sweetness as it were. If this is all I have to speak for, if I have to speak for you, then what is the use of your mouth? Say it’s to kiss me. Say it’s there for something. Say I didn’t cut it clean off when I reached for it, say my hands are not fashioned with claws. Speak for me this time. I’m tired of being the lone voice in the room, the echo, the reverberation of lust, the haunting, hollow ghost in your hallway. I want to hear how wrong I am, want to be pinned by a lion, to be made gazelle & beautiful: long, lean & without the teeth you know me for. When I speak want, I speak you.I dreamt of tornadoes, metaphor for the wind-swept, yet what I didn’t say is that they carried us. We didn’t die, but you’ve always thought we would.
Moriah Pearson, speaking of & for you (via mooneyedandglowing)
Appetizer / Bittergarnituur
I am an appetizer, I circle the room and offer myself to be devoured, though it seems that nowadays everyone’s on a diet. Ik ben als bittergarnituur, ik ga rond en offer mijzelf- aan om verslonden te worden, maar het schijnt dat tegenwoording iedereen op dieet is.
So true.
my hobbies
switching between the same three apps for hours
not speaking to anyone for days at a time
listening to the same songs i have been listening to for 20 years
imagining myself in situations that will literally never exist
We are both just sad pits of darkness and self hate. Why do we attract? Is it the never ending journey for happiness? Will we ever find our peace of mind?
SAD KIDS CLUB:
maybe we’re not good enough but goddamn do we know what it’s like to fall in love because it takes darkness to know what’s light and all we’ve done is stare into the shadows and get ready to fight.
Ellen: A couple of weeks ago, there was a scene where you’re getting ready for bed. And I was – both Portia and I were looking at it going: ‘How beautiful a scene is that!’
