blakejp:

she did not friendzone me she just saved our relationship as a draft

(via loserslol)

"winter:

my father’s best friend slaps a five dollar bill into my hand the night I turned twenty-one and tells me he knows my dad would want to buy me a beer. but all I can think is, I would’ve hoped he’d be sober by now. and my friends take me out, and I drink and I laugh; but when I get home I can barely stand. I wake up with a water bottle next to me, and I don’t know how it got there; all I can think is maybe there are people we can’t see, maybe the people we’ve lost never actually leave; maybe they’re there for the nights when we can’t stand and the mornings when our mouths are deserts. but my brother tells me he put the water there; and part of me sad to think that my dad never did look out for me anyway.

spring:

I smoke cigarettes in a parking lot with a boy who calls me Red. he tells me he wants to take me out while he texts his girlfriend back; and I just laugh and blow smoke into the sky. I am tangled in a ghost’s sheets and he tells me that he loves another girl, but my body is like honey he says; he says he can’t keep his hands off me, and I realize ghosts can’t touch you anyway. I pick my clothes up off the floor, and leave the jewelry he gave me behind.

summer:

there’s a girl on the bar, and she’s got bruises all over her thighs and I wonder about her family. I have a cold beer in my hand, and there’s still tequila on my tongue. a boy tells me he likes girls who have less curves than I do, and think about the way my bones used to press against my skin; how some days I wished my hip bones would tear me open, that I could spill out of this body and be rid of it once and for all. he buys me another shot anyway, and he’ll be in the room next to me while his friend latches onto my waist and buries my face and my worth in his sheets. I drive home and look at my own thighs and I name the bruises after the things I’ve lost.

autumn:

I told that boy and all of his pictures to go away; and I stopped visiting the cemetery where I buried myself. I stopped drinking vodka and tequila, and I stopped thinking about that girl dancing on the bar. I stopped thinking that ghosts would take care of me, and I realized that the lump in my throat was a fistful of shame that I couldn’t spit out. I watched the leaves turn gold and the pumpkins rot, and I haven’t kneeled in front of a headstone in years. there is a funny taste that guilt leaves on your tongue; it’s like copper and blood. I keep a bottle of rum under my bed, but it mostly tastes like fire, and I can’t afford to set myself ablaze for another year."

the seasons of twenty-one (jl)

(Source: looking-for-jillian, via earlymorning-earlymourning)

alluringhowell:

I’M LITERALLY A PIECE OF SHIT WHEN IT COMES TO KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH PEOPLE ONLINE OKAY I STILL KNOW YOU EXIST AND I STILL LOVE YOU I JUST AM A PIECE OF SHIT OKAY

(via g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s)

(Source: thelegendaryunicorn, via slut-lord)

straightgirl:

you’d think at 32 years old ryan gosling would be ryan goose by now

(via yoloboobs)

animeasuka:

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

children wake up early because they still get excited about life

this is the saddest thing I’ve seen on here

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deebott:

metal-rican:

ghostoflalonde:

coicane-cvstle:

豪华

So uhh, my clothing dye ate through my gloves…..

+3 spellcasting +1 summoning EFF: 2XDAM vs undead

them nails yassss

(via slut-lord)

redlark:

There’s a hole in my lawn and evidently Welly just discovered it’s perfectly dog shaped

(via heartless)

"I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it."

(via jessielou24)

q

(via g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s)

(via g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s)

(Source: methexys, via cuntinued)

thirstfollower:

thirstfollower:

I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF MY MOVIE WHEN MY WIFI DIED I HATE MY NEIGHBORS

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honne-tatemae:

skengggg:

idk what’s more of a turn off: when girls wear beanies or when they tie their hair up with a bandana like a maid

idk what’s more of a turn off: when guys think their personal preference should dictate a female’s choice of clothing or when they act like we should care

(Source: 5keng, via loserslol)

(Source: nagaesa, via lazer-hawk)

I NEED to stay busy.