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1337tattoos:

Olga Nekrasova
drewwilsonphoto:

you can’t make your mind up. whether you’re here or you’re gone. whether you’re pure or you’re tainted. you’re always indifferent.

After A Night of Particularly Bad Insomnia

writingsforwinter:

It feels strange tearing petals off flowers saying He loves me,

he loves me not. More often I feel the need to tear off

my own limbs-I don’t care which ones. Arms, fingertips,

ankles, even kneecaps, as if I could pickle them in a jar

and send them to you wrapped in…

blowjcb:

sext: shit sorry i fell asleep

(Source: blowjcb, via withorwithout-you)

She stuck a bookmark
in my heart
and walked away.

nevver:

Design Crush

We happened.
Like a fucking circus blowing through town, we happened,
left wrappers and pinwheels littering the ground like dead bodies.
Like the end of a war.
You moved around the house so gracefully, never touching me,
and I laughed because I thought
it was your best act,
waited hours for your hands because I didn’t
want to miss the rest of the show.
We walked past each other
like a trapeze act, like acrobats
on a tightrope, arms spread
on either side like it would save them from falling,
and we were the best act around.
The tent opened, and we were beautiful, effortless, jumping through
rings of fire, catching each other in mid-air, wearing our best clothes.
You loved me so well with the doors open.
You loved me so well with an audience,
but I don’t want the circus anymore, baby.
I don’t want it.
I want to bury it six feet under,
mourn it like a casualty and then move on.
Chalk it up to something that sounds
less like an empty fairground where
we fired our first shots, where we
first started to fracture like a bone.
We may not have worked, but,
my God,
were we good at pretending.
My God,
were we something to look at.

an actual thing my thirteen year old brother just said

if girls are asking to be raped because their clothes don't completely cover all of their bodies, then boys are asking to be kicked in the balls just because they don't wear cups everywhere.<p>feminisms, yes good</p>
adorabowman:

Just pretending to be a model with my death stare

faulty heart, flickering heart
never-says-what-it-means heart
creaking heart, swelling heart
doesn’t-know-how-to-beat heart

tired heart, quiet heart
when-does-it-get-to-rest heart
pitied heart, inhabited heart
never-belongs-to-itself heart

selfish heart, screaming heart
doesn’t-know-what-is-next heart
hollow heart, drowning heart
maybe-it-won’t-survive heart

heart like an abandoned house
heart like a car crash
heart like a coffin
heart like a tomb

heart like lay your love to rest here
lay your love to rest