Today's Document
Discoholic 🪩
art blog(derogatory)
if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie
Love Begins
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
YOU ARE THE REASON
The Bowery Presents
Not today Justin
titsay
taylor price
The Stonewall Inn
noise dept.
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Doug Jones
macklin celebrini has autism
EXPECTATIONS
roma★
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I give myself three days to feel better Or else I swear I’ll drive it off a fucking cliff ‘Cos if I can’t learn to make myself feel better How can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
If Winter Ends, Bright Eyes (via fuckyeahconormullenoberst)
One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.
Conor Oberst (via mariannapaige)
but drinking cough syrup
when you didn’t have a cough
is ironic.
because in reality you’re
sicker than you thought.
do you remember the first time you were called annoying? how your breath stopped short in your chest the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue. your eyes never left the floor that day. you were 13. you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,” apologies littering every other sentence, words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years. i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious. all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard for 3 minutes for 10 minutes for 2 hours forever. there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart; mostly because they can’t handle their own. but you will never be and have never been “too much.”
"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)
…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.
Thank you so much for this (via bl-ossomed)
You deserve happiness. So I left.
Six Word Story #30 (via 33113)
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.
Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via nateural)
people get drunk they hook up with the wrong person and pretend it’s okay people act tough and get mad people will do anything to distract their heart they will do anything to distract it from missing someone
distraction in it’s true form (via curiouser-n-curiouserr)
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
(via nicolezai)
i was reading through my journal and i found this one page and it broke me
do not make homes out of people. this will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations.
Home (Michelle K)
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
Joquesse Eugenia (via ki-r)
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via adderalldust)
By April, life has killed you.
Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
Sometimes I am convinced this was all a figment of my imagination, eighteen year old lust run wild. But then we speak and I hear the softness in the way you speak my name and I’m not so sure of anything.
Michelle K., Damn You (via michellekpoems)
