(via bastille)

  1. (Source: wordsto-remember, via scntrx)

  2. breakinq:

    following back tons

    (Source: disclosable)

  3. dobraeva:

    *puts my ipod on shuffle and skips every song until i get one i was hoping for*

    (Source: panerasexual, via crystallized-teardrops)

  4. "That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second."

    read that, again. (via famousfiasco)

    (Source: angiellehcim, via ofblinkandmen)

    writeroost:

    oroxine:

    poyzn:

    There is someone out there for everybody.

    It just might be a goose.

    relationship status: waiting for my one true goose

    (via blumbitch)

  5. throwing-lego:

    officialunitedstates:

    FACT OF THE DAY:  zebras’ stripes are not always black and white.  sometimes they are black and orange

    image

    this is a giraffe

    that’s a fucking tiger

    (via ruinedchildhood)

  6. glitteryobituary:

    femme-mermaid27:

    As Halloween approaches I feel like half of a Tumblr is like 

    image

    and the other half is like

    image

    I am a combination of both these things, all year. 

    (via ofblinkandmen)

  7. ohmheaux:

    Proud to call dis mine :)

    (via drug-land)

    (Source: mindpalaceprincess, via gnarly)

  8. butbabyitslove666:

    But you knew when she was sad,

    The circles under her eyes got darker

    The sound of her voice got softer

    The size of her waist got smaller

    And her smile just…

           Disappeared

  9. (Source: wrecked-thin)

  10. (Source: wrecked-thin)

  11. "

    I’m not one to hold hands, but baby when you told me you wanted to die, I held your hand so tight that the bones in my wrist molded into one and the muscles in my arms seized so I’d never let go.

    I’m not one to know pain, but the night you whispered “sorry” for every pill you took, I saw a darkness in your eyes that you didn’t want there. 
    I felt the walls of my skull caving in because I watched you drown yourself in sorrows you couldn’t suppress anymore. 

    I’m not one to know hurt, but every time you looked up at me with those bloodshot brown eyes I knew there was an earthquake annihilating the best parts of you.

    I’m not one to feel depressed, but when the aftershock rattled your brain and that gun looked like the answer, for the first time I hated natural disasters. I used to think that nature taking the world back was beautiful, but she took you back and that was anything, but beautiful. 

    I’m not one to wear black, but when they held your funeral, it felt right to wear the color of the gun powder that was left around the ring of your lips.

    I’m not one to cry, but baby, 
    when I was cleaning out your room I found a letter addressed to me, I opened it. 

    I didn’t expect you to apologize for the pain you were feeling, 
    I didn’t expect you to write about the empty pill bottles 
    …I didn’t expect you to write about how you loved me 

    and baby, 
    I’m sorry I never got the chance to tell you, 
    I love you too

    Maybe I could’ve saved you 

    "

    but I guess I’ll never know and I’m sorry for that

    m.n.

    (via unscriptedconfabulationmn)

    back-that-sass-up:

    writtenrage:

    this made me really happy

    Well :)

    (Source: tastefullyoffensive, via gnarly)