January 2012
235 posts
December 2011
362 posts
2011 is almost over. Inbox me something you've...
yeahthathappened:
perf-:
sp3s:
Probs not gonna get a single surprise haha
srsly do it :c
Do it (:
Remember when...
excuse-my-charisma:
you said you were never gonna smoke pot. Well look how that turned out
Hold, still
There was always one sock missing it’s matching other, and when I was smaller I hid under my covers. I was afraid of silly things back then—like the dark, like the interruptions of sentences leading to: “I must go nows…” Oh how I frowned, and I still do now, when things feel out of place. When the ticks and tocks have quickened their pace, and Father Time’s hands seem bigger than mine. And the...
Crying really, really hard and I can’t tell you why.
I can’t even tell myself.
There is not just one thing that’s on my mind and breaking me apart, but many things. I’m hurt and I’m broken and I’ve kept it inside for far too long. This is my breaking point.
It’s hurts. Everything fucking hurts.
i feel like you have nothing to do with me anymore. i was a mere stain on the collar of your blouse, bleached out as soon as can be. i’m gone, not even a remnant of me stays with you to be a cherished memory, you’ve swept me aside to take off with the wind, and in the end, alone you’d rather be, than with me.
Happy birthday Baby J
I don’t care if he’s more then twice my age, we will get married and I will have his babies.
Jealous?
morningismockingme:
im the girl who will watch films over and over just to catch those little lines everyone misses. im the ones who reads books with a notepad and pencil by my side so i can write down all the wonderful phrases i love. i wear the same few items of clothing because those are my favourites and i keep train tickets because one day they will help me remember the days i never wanted...
have you come here to rescue me?: i like the... →
morningismockingme:
i like the fucked up ones. the ones screaming for something but when you asked them they don’t know what they want. the ones that toss and turn and whisper solemn things in their sleep. the ones who might not talk to you for days and then text you a solitary sorry. i go for the ones that secretly…
