(Source: oliviaatkinsondesign, via too-much-small-talk)
Soccer enthusiast who writes some deep shit.
“talking to someone with an open mind is seriously one of my favorite things because there’s never an end to what u can talk about and learn”— @sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)
(via gnarhh)
working at toys r us
Me: *watches 2 Grown Men™ cut 2 kids off and buy the toys they were grabbing for*
The Giraffe that hides in the ceiling: i have the shot
Me: take it
(via the-c0meback-kid)
Anonymous asked:
you’re so pretty agsjgajsh
Well thank you 😊
Anonymous asked:
are you single ?
I am
(Source: uzaylisahmeran, via bitter-sweet-decisions)
“There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very lovable.”— Yasmin Mogahed (via perrfectly)
(via tbhilikegirls)
it’s easier to say “im tired” than “im so sad and lonely i feel like there’s a weight in my chest and my body is so heavy i have no energy emotionally, physically or mentally to even move from my bed”
(via kelsikristine)
Silence,
Not silence never silence
Fills the space between my ribs, sticks to each bloody underside.
It’s never quiet in this expanse. In this darkness. Always humming. Mind like bees, mind like howls.
I tell myself each breath has no sound. I am filled with quiet. Quiet is calm. I am silent.
Breath is creaking, heartbeat, bones knotting. Never quiet. So loud. Death finds only loud things.
The healers keep telling me to let the quiet in. That to be calm is to be whole. To be silent is to be at peace.
To be silent is to decay into pieces. Only old bones are ever quiet deep beneath the dirt and grass. To be quiet is to give up your voice. To be quiet is to be the sound after the bells. That empty chimes filling your ribs.
Be wary of silence
(via twcpoetry)
dreamlife: a girl who buys me books and flowers and gives me neck kisses
(via difficvnt)
Zoom in on her face in the third gif.
She means this.
You are completely irreplaceable.This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you
Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.
Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.
Remember that.
You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift.
(via thepussymeister)
you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you
(via damaged-)
I just want you. Your messy morning hair. Your humming when you’re making breakfast. Your cuddling during thunderstorms. Your hand holding mine as we gaze at the stars. Your good days. Your bad. Your everything. I want you.
(via putbackmypieces)