unravel at the seams
forahorizon: all my life i’ve dreamed of nothing more than simply being a mess i’d take up smoking but i’m prone to headaches, remember me for what i’ve done, not who i am. i’d take up drinking but i haven’t the taste, my mind has no value, please, let me make an impact. i’d sleep with strangers but i know everyone around here, i crave to spin off the rails. burn me, for i haven’t the heart to...
We must be our own before we can be another’s.– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kingofbutts)
dove’s models just eat a bunch of their chocolate what do you expect
writingsforwinter: think about all the useless things you do every day. think about the water you waste, the people you hurt, the scars you create. think about how painfully ordinary you are. take that and live with it.
merelyamadness: My bones these days are bottles made of sea glass each with a message of why I am so enamored with silence and how I cannot love you. Read my ribs My heart cannot beat for you though it won’t stop trying.
opparies: sometimes asian men are prettier than me but hey that’s life
popeyasir1: okay its 2012 tomatos r disgusting
I wish I could stop having dreams where I can’t open my eyes.
the death of the universe
writingsforwinter: when the universe ends, i hope to be torn apart along with it. my veins like spiderwebs, bones disintegrating into stardust. chaos will reign and i, i will be in the cosmos; i will be in every black hole. you will think of me and there will be nothing and everything.
In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by...– Izumi Shikibu (via sleepylotus)
life of a sixteen year old floridian trying to figure out how to get to georgia in october
emeraldscales: You are absent often, and absent figures don’t do well in my head; I dismantle sandcastles better than I can build them. You wouldn’t recognise me if you met me now; I walk on twigs and see-through ankles. My eyes are still blue, and my hands are still cold. I suppose you’d count that in your favour. You’d pull me out of your suitcase if you were still around. You’d pull me...