Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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thatkindofwoman:

I’m starting to purge my possessions. 

thatkindofwoman:

I’m starting to purge my possessions. 

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i promise that someday
i’ll buy you a place
where you can say “what a nice view”
and i’ll agree
while looking straight at you
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

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Monday, April 21, 2014

my biggest fear is being too afraid to take the chances that it’ll take to achieve my dream job

I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it. A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via undeadlife)

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Lana tearing up while singing Video Games (x)

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

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please don’t forget
the songs we listened to
or the things we talked about
please don’t forget
the little inside jokes we had
or the laughs we shared
please don’t forget
my smile
or the sound of my voice
please don’t forget me
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dany + getting real tired of your shit

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HIGH SCHOOL



This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

piercingsandink:

radichul:

dearoldlove:

Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.

Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.

You still didn’t get it.

I believe that a part of me will always wait for you but tonight, I am detaching that particular part of myself on the place where you left me and I would try to move forward with what is left of my being. I would just let that particular fragment of my soul wait for you as I enjoy the future that awaits for me.

And maybe if you come back, you will see that part of me. You can have it. It’s yours. But then you should know, you can never have all of me, again. Maybe you can chase me but I would be far away. I am not coming back to you. I would not run back to your arms. You should know that.
I think this time, I mean it. (N.A.)