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

 

I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.

Ten words story: you lost me. (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: maisjetaime)

The first thing i’ve felt in months,
Were the hot tears
That ran down my cheeks
When all that i could think of was you

Another crappy ass poem. (via i-want-to-go-down-swinging)

apatheticphilanthropist:

I just want someone that’ll make me laugh, go out for coffee, and partake in rough sex

But He Likes her..

spilledinksaboutyou:

I like him
What is it about him?
I ask myself.
Is it the way he looks?
Is it the way he dresses
Or is I just I have fooled myself into thinking that we are more than friends?

I like the way he speaks to me
The way he uses his words to cradle me
Almost like a baby that needs comforting after a fall..
I like the way he takes his time to help me… I like the way he smiles at me
I like the way he makes me feel special

I like him
But he likes her

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sassyabrahamlincoln:

do you ever get your period and just think about your recent behavior like wow that explains a lot

lift-like-a-girl:

jadethemerman:

People reblog this as a joke but this is so inspiring

I don’t reblog this as a joke. This is literally me.

lift-like-a-girl:

jadethemerman:

People reblog this as a joke but this is so inspiring

I don’t reblog this as a joke. This is literally me.

(Source: askaboutnikki)

There are five stages to grief
the first is all the times i’ve convinced you were going to ring. all the times i stayed up until 3am waiting for you to ring and everything would be perfect.
the second is all the times i cried myself to sleep, every single time i screamed at the sky for the way everything turned out. for the times when i would walking down the street and i’d want to scream, because we’d spent time there together.
the third is for everytime i tried to talk to you, i tried to make things better. Everytime i told you i was sorry for something that wasn’t my fault and the time that i asked if we were friends.
the fourth is for the times when i watched you happily get on with your life, whilst i was lying in bed screaming at the night sky.
and the fifth is when i ripped up everything that ever had anything to do with you. i cut you out of photos and burned the memories. Just like you burnt everything that we had.

23:02pm (via indierecxrd)