August 30, 2014


ombrophobe:

kinda wish i could cuddle you right now. kinda wish i could run you over too.

(via aqualukey)

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repeat from 丹妮尔

(Source: floralqueers, via londum)

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repeat from do no harm

punk-roque:

punk-roque:

hey you know what’s super fun and 0 calories

a) eating me out
b) celery

(via mcliffourd)

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repeat from wanking bunker
dreamofwhat:

LOVE ME NOT

J.C.

dreamofwhat:

LOVE ME NOT

J.C.

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repeat from state of dreaming

(Source: ioana-hug, via iamnamelessgem)

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repeat from Free Hugs

love me
love me
love me—
but not like that.

whispers in the dark \ Ayah E. (via steelstories)

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repeat from bleeding poetry
imscaredimfine:

-h.e.

imscaredimfine:

-h.e.

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repeat from i'm scared i'm fine
absentletters:

ugly

absentletters:

ugly

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repeat from WORDS

Girl on the bus, seven years old
passed out in her mother’s lap
with tired eyes from staring at
the tops of Ferris wheels and
cotton candy machines.
There’s so much tired in her eyes,
just like mine
and one day she will not wake up
full of life.
Old man with grey hair and a soft smile and gentle eyes,
hands that know how to work.
I bet he collects things,
coins maybe,
stares at pennies from 1942 through a magnifying glass,
wondering where the world went wrong.
The boy in front of me,
seventeen
with a polo hat and coke.
I bet he plays soccer, basketball maybe,
spends his nights across the table from his mother
and never stops talking
so he can forget about the empty seat beside her.
Three stops later:
a boy, nineteen,
grey Adidas bag
and eyes to match,
tattoos and a flat-brimmed hat
arm in a sling from falling
off his skateboard last week.
He’s running away from something,
he’s got cities and street signs in his eyes
from all the roads he’s traveled
trying to get away from himself.
Two seats up, one to the right,
a husband and wife
with three kids, all grown up.
They were in love once, but now
they’re not so sure.
Woman with bruised knees,
gardener’s hands and plants stemming
from her fingers.
Two couples that spend weekends on boats,
talking about who they’re going to sue next,
talking about this town like it’s the greatest thing
instead of half-dead and burning down.

Public Transit // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)

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repeat from She's Mad, But She's Magic.

(Source: puppy-cemetery, via wrecked-thin)

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repeat from You, soft and lonely

We were made up of empty promises
and counterfeit affection.
Of shallow laughter
And dwindling attention.

e.m.b (via embpoetry)

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repeat from fragments

Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.

(via z-bug)

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repeat from The Hum of Nostalgia

Just another story you tell, just a girl you loved in high school. That’s all I am now.

K.L, A journal entry I found that dates back to 18th August, 2013 (via aztecianlipstick)

(via aztecianlipstick)

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repeat from Lost in daisies.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

 Vincent Van Gogh  (via goddessmorrigan)

(Source: hellanne, via joshpeck)

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repeat from a pleasure to burn
dreamingtravesty:

"He flirts with me but I know he does it with other girls too and it hurts." (k.c.w.)

dreamingtravesty:

"He flirts with me but I know he does it with other girls too and it hurts." (k.c.w.)

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repeat from Fighting to survive