Girl | 17 | Full-Time Loser | Writes

This isn't bravery, just honesty 

Aesthetic: Flipbooks, forests & night skies

 

To tell you the truth, nights like this
make me feel like a sailor who has come
home and forgotten that land doesn’t
float on water the way a ship does.
To tell you the truth, I am always on the
cusp of losing my balance when there is
no balance to lose.
To tell you the truth, my heart catches
scurvy when i can’t find you in a room.
To tell you the truth,
I am so lonely for you.

Salma.D - to tell you the truth (via writingwillows)

hurpadootdoot:

romeoisadick:

inbox:

inbox:

in Canada they don’t pronounce Z as "zee"

they pronounce it as "zed" and that is crazy to me

it sounds like they made a typo when they invented it

They do that everywhere in the world that’s not America. We do that here in the UK too.
America is weird man.

Played 4 times

thevampirethor:

I tried to kill the pain, but only
brought more, 
I lay dying, and
I’m pouring crimson regret
and betrayal.

My God, My Tourniquet, 
Return to me Salvation!
My God, My Tourniquet, 
Return to me salvation….

My wounds cry for the grave,
my soul cries for deliverance, 
Will I be denied Christ?
Tourniquet,
my suicide…

dutchster:

as a serial killer my name would be the suspense so my victims would be like “oh no, the suspense is killing me” and we would both laugh right before i killed them

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

e.e. cummings  (via psych-facts)

tigermisu:

mario party more like if you steal one more of my stars i’ll fucking murder you

crimewave360:

shinygays:

My anaconda don’t want none unless the state of the economy recovers, minimum wage workers see an increase in their pay, and women, racial, and sexual minorities acquire their rights.

hun

kirschteinvevo:

anon hate is like the weakest thing ever. imagine anon hate in real life. imagine a stranger running up to you with a bag over their head and screaming at you. imagine that. thats anon hate.

(Source: nishinoyayuuu)