#six a.m.

[seldom-evil]

Waking up this early on a Sunday is an affront to nature.

[psychopaxsblog]

6 a.m.

5sos is coming to my country, I'm a day away and it hurts that I can't go bc I don't have enough money. They appeared in my life at the right time, the Jonas brothers had just broke up and I didn't knew if I was going to be able to love a band just as much as them, and they showed up out of nowhere, with those beautiful songs, 2012 was the best year. It's six a.m. And I can't fall asleep. I'll be waiting for their next tour :(

[prosektika-blog]

for those who need it: ✿ good luck in your exams  ✿

[xdmdx]

"And all I wanna do is have another chance to fall in love again " ♥

Before it's Over by Sixx A.M This version of the song gives me goosebumps. The piano music is beautiful even though the lyrics are quite sad.

[10000leaguesunderyoursea]

You know what I hate? When you’re there for someone 100% no matter what then out of nowhere they stop talking to you like you never meant anything to them at all. People ask my why I don’t have many friends anymore and it’s because even in friendships it’s tiring loving people who don’t really love you back.

[cara-deluna]

Nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive

[beardedtriumphpuppy]

YES IT'S SIX A.M. YES I HAVEN'T SLEPT ALL NIGHT YES I HAVE A RAGING HEADACHE BUT HEY, AT LEAST I HAVE TUMBLR. 

[bearingskin]

How I cornered myself into the entitlement myth or: I just want to kiss sweet people at parties but my head won't let me (something in the coding is wrong wrong wrong)

something in the coding is wrong wrong wrong when I fear asking your kisses because that's all I can have - when creeping in at my sides is the fear of offering too little not asking too much a girl cannot win, cannot win and the draws and near misses pile high on the heap the heaped hopes that you'll reach but never do.

I have a code for you saying 'X', my counteroffer neatly creased and ironed clean [as if never or long last used, fancy that!] I know how to say 'how about Y instead'

and maybe it's a foundless fear but here where I am younger than I like I feel forever too little, outgrown my shoes but not my shawl

(will you hold me steady on my feet, at hip one broadsweet hand and hair the other? to lead the two-three waltz through my one, one, one? I may not rise to trip in time but quick to learn the tune and tap along)

[something in the coding is wrong wrong wrong when I offer you nothing in case my something is too small]