nothiings:

sit up straight then reblog this so your followers sit properly too you’re welcome

I’m terrified of getting lost so I search for you to find my way back home. It seems like you know the trail more than I do.
inside the maze called my thoughts
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 fearlessknightsandfairytales)
Do you know what angers me? What makes my veins swell with blood and sear with pain is that you’ll never give me a break from heartbreak. One way or another, you’ll always be in my thoughts. You made a scene when you left me and still linger around shadows when I try to recover and be happy. Your eyebrows are furrowed like you’re trying to figure out how I could be the blame for your foolishness, and I always see your piercing eyes from the back of my head. When I’m with others you scowl, but when I’m struggling to find myself you laugh. That’s it. That’s what makes me angry.
You make me so angry

omgrwby:

casfallen:

Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue. 

Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark. 

THIS.
ABSOLUTELY THIS

collapsing

michaellottner:

empty hearts
beating quick
tell me everything
that you know

i can almost see
a skyline in
the distance
smog and names
of what must remain

riding along
freeways late at night
butterflies float to
concrete paradise
unsettling
rhythm in your sleep

in your imminent pain
to look towards a new day

left out in the rain
sinister ink washes away

but one permanent stain -
the city has painted you gray
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policymic:

Ukrainian soldier kisses his girlfriend through a gate in Crimea (via Getty)

policymic:

Ukrainian soldier kisses his girlfriend through a gate in Crimea (via Getty)

quintwinwinning:

youwish-youcould:

bootyscientist:

"it’s not about race"

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Im just gonna leave this here.

quintwinwinning:

youwish-youcould:

bootyscientist:

"it’s not about race"

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Im just gonna leave this here.

You do things with me that make me feel like a normal person. You take me out for ice cream and walk down the sidewalk with me. You have a smile on your face that says you care about me, and I feel normal. You bring me to your house and give me an extra blanket because it’s a chilly night, and all we do is fall asleep. The last thing I feel before curling beside you is normal. I haven’t been feeling that lately, so I think of falling asleep with you more often.
normal is rare in my world
nz.