May 2013
Morning After.
I feel the stillness of the air on a calm night, you feel the realness of the words that my palms write.
nothing more dangerous than a teenage girl.: As if... →
nakedwithneptune:
As if I were gasping for a last bit of air
I can’t
All unsaid words and all the broken promises you told me long ago now sit in my throat and I want it to spill and a pen as a knife I take a slit in my now worn out skin and I watch it flow
But I can’t
I can’t bring myself to proclaim…
vibesflint:
if i sing around you i am 150% comfortable with you because i fucking hate my singing voice
psilentasincjelli:
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and...
unbeliev-ers:
lickitungrapunxel:
noddin my head like yeah
movin my hips like yeah
this is what yahoo payed $1.1 billion for
illustratedshadows:
butts-with-bro-shades:
people who send themselves anon hate
i dont understand this gif but it feels right
“She only comes to me in my dreams, so sleep becomes routine. It’s not healthy...”
– SKSK (via colewh1te)
myngo:
When it rains, I remember how you felt
When it shines, I remember how you lingered
When I drink, I remember how you smiled
When I smoke, I remember how you tasted
When I sleep, I remember how we were
