✽ Alibis ★

"All around loon, remembered for setting the world on fire. and escaping the clutches of her terrifying society. Made friends with everybody, and anybody; creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. she leaves only good wishes behind." That's nice, isn't it?"

[circlers-deactivated20231019]

[skinsaddiction]

[iglovequotes]

[getthehelloutofmyroom]

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[saythatyoullstay]

[holltzmann-deactivated20160515]

[vodkapoetry]

If you could go back in time, would you go back to me?

K.L (via vodkapoetry)

[zoomine]

[myonlyphenomenon]

I’ve been staring at this for 5 minutes

[dont-kill-the-kennedys]

That’s what it looks like. That’s really what it looks like

[avesatanaa]

Being out in the ocean is actually so scary because when you look really far out you can kind of see how the Earth is rounded out. It looks like a few miles ahead you’re just gonna fall off or something. Also fun trick: if ur on mobile, double tap zoom in and slide the picture side to side. It looks like you’re actually there looking left to right

[neth-dugan]

But it isn’t scary, it’s wonderful. Helps you contemplate the size of the world and the universe and get outside of yourself for a bit. 

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

[grrungi-deactivated20170117]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

To heal a wound you need to stop touching it.

Unknown (via theradicalteen)

[outcrying]

[dirtyprettything]

[blossomfully]

One day he says, “I am so tired,” and you nod. You say, “I’m sorry.” This is how it is; how it’s always been. He shakes his head and you apologise for being the cause of his stress. Neither of you are wrong. Neither of you are right. He says, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Are you happy?” You can’t say yes; and you don’t want to say no, just because you’re unhappy doesn’t mean you want him to go. He asks you, “does love even factor into this anymore?” And you think it must, it must, but all your problems revolve around something else - like arguing about undercooking the eggs; like getting jealous about their ex; like hurting them and not apologising; like always having to be right. He holds you gently one night, he says, “am I the one?” You think, “I want you to be. Fuck. Don’t you understand?” You say, “of course you are,” and you don’t return the question. You don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t say it back.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #240 (via blossomfully)

[tamper]

[blossomfully]

“I wanted to call him,“ she said, ” just to see how he was doing. But you can’t do that. You can’t talk to someone who held your heart in their palm and pretend it never happened. “I wanted to ask why it was so hard to get over him. I wanted to know if he felt pain like knives in his sides like I did. I wanted to know if he ever felt lonely when he listened to music, or if things reminded him of the memories we made. “I wanted to say that I couldn’t remember the sound of him saying my name anymore and sometimes that scared me but I knew it was important, and that our last kiss wasn’t anything like in the movies, that it was so brief the wind had swept it away before I’d had a chance to commit it to memory. I wanted to explain how now I’d forgotten everything apart from the way he made me feel, like I could do anything, like love wasn’t just for perfect people, like love could also be for me. “So my god I wanted to call him, but instead I sat on the floor and drank shots like they were tea. To be honest I don’t know if I still loved him, but then I suppose you have to love someone to miss them like that; like hell, like absolute-fucking hell.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #218 (via blossomfully)