What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

 

You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s him.

(via o-fucking-k)

Fuck

(via tanlines-)

(Source: m-e-ghan)

unretrieved:

jaclcfrost:

don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck

 

boyirl:


he told me that when he met me for the first time, he thought, “in another life, this is the type of woman i should marry.”"Brooklyn Heights." Part of the Brooklyn Love Exchange. Embroidery on antique fabric. 2011Iviva Olenick

boyirl:

he told me that when he met me for the first time, he thought, “in another life, this is the type of woman i should marry.”

"Brooklyn Heights." Part of the Brooklyn Love Exchange. Embroidery on antique fabric. 2011
Iviva Olenick

musingsofasocietalnobody:

When did we get so caught up in the rush trying to find someone to undress us each night? 
What about someone who will put on a sleepy smile for you when you wake up?
-MW

musingsofasocietalnobody:

When did we get so caught up in the rush trying to find someone to undress us each night? 

What about someone who will put on a sleepy smile for you when you wake up?

-MW

svckmyfuck:

Credit to whoever wrote this. I saw it on my dash with red font. So I decided to change it to black 💕

svckmyfuck:

Credit to whoever wrote this. I saw it on my dash with red font. So I decided to change it to black 💕

But it’s 2am and I can’t stop crying and really all I want is to scream your name because maybe it’ll be the last thing I say.

I can’t do this anymore (via bitterlove-sweethate)

Today it rained and snowed and hailed and somewhere in the midst of all that it thunder snowed.
You said to me that you were fed up with the weather and that scared me to death because I know exactly how this winter feels;
Unwanted, unsure, trying to keep back all the bad parts but not being able to lock it away.
I love you, but I don’t know if you’ll love me back after you see that I can have days where I cry and laugh and cuss all in a few hours.
Don’t you understand that I am a storm?
I don’t want to let you go but you should go
If you don’t know
How unpredictable I am because otherwise we will both get hurt.
I can see how you hesitate to
Come near me when the gusts push a little stronger.
My hands quiver and you quaver on how quick you want to help me stop the shaking.
We don’t need to be faking this, we should be honest with ourselves.
Don’t say you love me for my rain while you hide indoors,
Don’t say you love me for my snow and wipe away the flakes,
Don’t say you love me for my ice and then never touch my skin,
Don’t say you love me for my thunder when you cringe at my voice.

"Thunder Snow" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)

I’ve never been good with small talk. You asked me how the weather was and I told you it made me want to die.

M.O.W, Small talk (via imwritingpoems)

Ain’t it funny
How things can change
So suddenly
One day you’re mourning
Over the boy who kissed you
On that rainy day in July
Next thing you know it’s a year later
And you haven’t thought about him
For a very long while
It’s July
And it’s raining
You don’t remember what it felt like
To love him


You use to be in love with a boy
Who treated you
Like you were a rose
In a field full
Of wilted daisies
Too bad he started watering them
With the tears his lies made you cry

Me(Storm)