Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

-(via dl0u)

(Source: unextinguished, via dextroverted)



meladoodle:

i’ve been constantly dropping my books on the way to class so some cute dude can help me pick them up and i’ll be part of a real life teen romantic comedy. except it hasnt happened yet so i just have a bunch of damaged books and low self esteem. thanks a lot, hollywood.

(via imnotacop420)


rzeec:

Drooliinn

I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.

-(via shaaakira)

(Source: somethingbeyond, via sunflower--city)



kanyewesticle:

i dont ship…i yacht. im not a low budget bitch

(Source: kanyewesticle, via a-drop-in-the-ocean1346)


I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.

-(via shaaakira)

(Source: somethingbeyond, via legal-n-lethal)



Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like

-addiction (via pillsand-coffee)

(Source: t0xic-roses, via legal-n-lethal)



A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey

-(via lulionheart)

(Source: esssence, via legal-n-lethal)



Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

-

Wishful thinking (via nullalibertas)

(via ohthis-isadelight)

(via legal-n-lethal)



First love is scary because it’s like “holy crap, why is this person the first thing I think of in the morning, why am I disappointed when I don’t dream of them? Why is the desire to be with them so much stronger than hunger and thirst and exhaustion? Why does their name look so pretty written down? Why do I feel like I just fell out of a 30 story building when they look at me, and why do I like it?” And you become so comfortable with them that when they leave, your body doesn’t know how to react because they were as common to you as breathing, and now you’re missing a vital part of yourself. You forget that you were someone before them. You think “I was so empty until I met them.” No, you were full. And when you learned about love, you were fuller. Now you’re back to where you were before, and you need to fill yourself with other things. Fall in love with the way sunflowers naturally curve to face the sun, and the way children have no idea about taxes. Fall in love with the fact that you’re here and you’re still able to feel. Fall in love with the idea that you’re still whole, even when it’s 3 am and you can’t remember how to breathe because you think they taught you how to do that.

-Lessons about Heartbreak from a Hypocrite by Megan M.  (via hefuckin)

(Source: radicalteen, via legal-n-lethal)