There are better sunsets in her town than any place I’ve ever seen. I used think it was a city full of beautiful things. Really it’s a place where beauty meets its end and everyone stands to watch it disintegrate.

the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach — (via 59oz)

(via eyeusedtobegolden)

taylorswift:

Track 5
#1989lyrics

taylorswift:

Track 5
#1989lyrics

(via eyesopen)

(via idiot-ty)

I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same. — Ten words story: you lost me.  (via laurenraelle)

(via screaming-at-deaf-weddings)

Don’t let anyone ever promise you that they won’t ever hurt you because at one time or another, it’ll happen. the real promise is if the time you spent together will be worth the pain in the end. — (via missinyouiskillingme)

(via missinyouiskillingme)

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. — i read this 12 times  (via onlinebabe)

(via teethmark)

white-wid0w:

sexlibris:

"Morning lazy sex" for iamartemisday 

this is gorgeous

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softgrungeloki:

the story so far // empty space

softgrungeloki:

the story so far // empty space

(via screaming-at-deaf-weddings)

All this time I thought I knew how you worked, thought I knew who you were. Now all I know is I wish I could make you scream “I’m sorry” as loud as I use to make you scream other things.
I could sum up the entire month of September in the phrase “panick attack” but its nothing you’d want to hear about
Two months into calling it quits I was still showing up in parking lots I knew you’d be in, just to catch a glimpse of a girl who said I’d never see her again.
So I win.
All my friends told me to drop it. “You’re better than that,” they said. I don’t know why I had such a problem believing them. But I know they played our song at the 3rd street promenade last weekend, while you were busy forging friendships with people you thought could replace me.
I’ll admit I hadn’t had an honest conversation with my family until the day they dropped me off in a hospital bed, held my hand while the doctors said “breathe easy, your lungs won’t stop working without your consent.”
My mom told me, “you’ll never forget her, but don’t ever let her hurt you again” and I remember hours of screaming “I can’t” but not even I really know what I meant.


something that has been sitting in my wallet for months now that i wrote at a party i really hated attending // r.i.d

something that has been sitting in my wallet for months now that i wrote at a party i really hated attending // r.i.d

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