shinraidekinai:

undeadeddie:

Some horror films I’m looking forward to!

!!!!

(via peachsequins)

clementinevonradics:

From As Often As Miracles, available here
"You learned love as a second
language (self-preservation
being the first) so sometimes
you trip over words like comfort
and affection because they are
foreign. You are uncomfortable
and I get frustrated with your
syntax because I am fluent and
I forget that when you’re sad
you retreat to your roots."

anne, you didn’t learn love at home (via anneisrestless)

Holy shit.
Yes.

(via anneisrestless)

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

— (via angiellehcim)

(via so-i-sailed-away)

(Source: absintheandroses, via bulll3ts)

"I hope the next girl who loves you
holds your hand during your panic attacks. 
I hope she likes to sing in the car
and knows just the words to say when you’re hurting. 
I loved you as long as I could. 
I hope she loves you longer."

— Amanda Helm, You Deserve Better (via book-half-opened)

(via amandaspoetry)

Roseanne, Nightmare on Oak Street.

(Source: mojaskarb, via so-i-sailed-away)

"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it."

something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

damn…

(via iceinhalation)

(via so-i-sailed-away)