20th of July 2014
 
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it. 
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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19th of July 2014
 
2nd of July 2014
 
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you? 
Well fuck. (via dolly-kitten)

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28th of June 2014
 
fuck-you-my-sweet:

 
21st of June 2014
 
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you? 
Well fuck. (via dolly-kitten)

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14th of June 2014
 
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next. 
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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13th of June 2014
 
1st of June 2014
 
30th of May 2014
 
You’d lose your mind trying to understand mine 
 
She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. 
Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via larmoyante)

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26th of May 2014
 
We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust. 
David Levithan (via my-moral-foundation)

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deadlyb0nes:

I hate when you’re numb but not numb. Like you feel all of these emotions raging within you trying to surface but they don’t… You can’t cry, you can’t scream. As much as you want to you actually can’t. You’re partially numb and partially filled with emotions…. And I can never decide what’s better; to feel all at once, or not at all.

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naity-sama:

pisn:

if there is a bed fandom

i am fucking in it

fucking in it or fucking in it?

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