[redoxymoron-deactivated20220623]

[deathtomisery]

Ahren Stringer // The Amity Affliction (x)

[roadmotel]

Briscoe Park

[calellon]

it’s just me and my stupid little fantasies against the world

[muresetivoire]

Women in STEM (Smut, Trauma, Enemies to lovers, Masquerade balls)

[themakeupbrush]

Zuhair Murad Fall 2022 Couture

[immortalfleur]

on all levels except physical, I am a Vivienne Westwood corset

[difficulity-deactivated20170825]

by andrewgolesch

[abigail]

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[zegalba]

Fender Custom Shop Masterbuilt Retro Paisley Floral Decor Telecaster

[deadbeatmaker]

hate when a female character gets a lot of hate but I dont like her either. sorry queen I cant defend you

[photosbyleila]

vivienne westwood's modern marie antoinette in honor of dame vivienne westwood

[hiimzuzalove]

[torukou]

[aw1998monsters]

[drewwilsonphoto]

you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still. 

[sustancy]