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Reality is closing in and I’m running out of places to hide
—me~twelve word story (via predicting-the-past)
something tells me i was supposed to be
made of fire, but there is so much water
in my lungs.
—Salma Deera (via writingwillows)
tags: reblogs + thoughts +
» midnight blue.

coldness wraps 
around his heart
like chains
made of smoke

warm to the touch
like sunshine

he opens his eyes
and you smile
against his skin

we’re still alive, you whisper
and the night
swallows you both
like secrets


what do you
do when you’re super
lonely all the
time but you don’t
really want to talk
to anyone either

» markings.

is this all 
we have
to say for ourselves?

is this all
we have 
left to prove
our whole era

of ignorance
of innocence
of calamity
of beauty

is this all
we have
to leave behind
as our legacy?


Why I Get In. Montecito, California. 6:59pm. 35mm. 

Drops Of Jupiter
86,333 plays


tell me did you fall for a shooting star one without a permanent scar 
and that you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

» what’s said in a gaze.

does he look at you
like you’re something
the rarest flower
among a field of brilliance

does he look at you
like you’re someone
the brightest diamond
amongst the twinkling skies

does he look at you
like you’ve always 
dreamed of
that sparkle in his eyes
telling you you’ve finally
come home

but you’ll still
believe in 
all the wrong things

you know
the truth
will hurt more


is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”? 

(Source: androgynistic)

tags: reblogs + thoughts +



I Have No Plot But I Know Which Groceries These Characters Would Buy: A Tale of Misplaced Priorities

My eternal problem.

i ripped apart my bandages to show you my wounds;
you tore yourself apart to show me the colour of your blood.
hurting is not a fucking competition.


if i had a dollar for every time an adult asked me about college then i’d have enough money to pay for college

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
—Unknown (via perfect)

(Source: yarotica)

tags: reblogs + thoughts +
We’re all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.
Beau Taplin || mutual understanding (via afadthatlastsforever)