ashcum:

wintry-mix:

blood-orange-handed:

there are three levels to tumblr friendships:

1. super nice messages

2. slightly wierd messages

3. messages with the entirety of bohemian rhapsody lyrics and messages at 4am saying things like “what if you woke up and u were a chicken”

If you are looking to move from level 1 to level 2 or level 2 to level 3, CONSIDER THIS YOUR INVITATION.

If u are looking to going straight to level three with me my ask is wide open

(Source: rose-lalame, via teenjalex)

"I picked up the phone, then put it down.
Then picked up and put it down again.
I dialed the number, then erased it.
Finally I made the call.
There was no answer,
only the comforting beep of the answering machine,
followed by my own deep sigh of relief.
And then dread,
because that meant it was my turn to speak.
I left my name and number in a timid voice.
Then I hung up the phone and thought
maybe, just maybe, they won’t call back.
But a day later I heard the phone ring
and my stomach dropped so far I swear
it was lower than my own feet.
“Nobody is forcing you to answer.”
But in the depths of my head
I knew I had to.
I knew I had to or I would end up dead.
I have to do this now
before my resolution all runs out.
I have to do it because I am tired
of sitting cross-legged until the sun comes up
in the middle of my completely empty living room
so that I can convince my paranoid mind
you aren’t there.
I have to do it because I am sick of seeing your face
on the face of strangers I meet in the street
and because I don’t want to look at every bottle of pills
with the hope they might be a temporary escape.
And mostly because I don’t want to give in anymore
to the begging of my own flesh
asking to be ripped open
because I found you under my skin again.
I am tired of being addicted to my own destruction
in the hopes that it might destroy the parts of you
still left inside my mind.
My entire life I have been under the impression
that I had to do this all on my own
but I am tired of feeling alone.
It is time to let this all go."
- Asking for Help - V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

(via luminouslygolden)

kaliforhnia:

i have this crazy urge to txt you cause i miss you so much but then i remember you probably don’t miss me at all.

(via luminouslygolden)

msjewbooty:

“i feel u” i say as i begin feeling you. you are soft, like a bunny

(via luminouslygolden)

witness-protection-with-wings:

caraphatash:

witness-protection-with-wings:

witness-protection-with-wings:

so when i was 8 i was in an episode of iCarly and even though i’m 16 now and i have a pixie cut my friends still tell everyone that i was in iCarly.

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i pushed another child off a bench and stole her sandwich this is my legacy

How was the sandwich? 

Sandwichy.

(via thx4thegore)

"I’d rather die
Pretending to be fine
Than let you know
That you had the power
To break me."
- (via zeyx)

(Source: coffee-crinkled-pages, via keennnddddrrrrraaaaaa)

"Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice."
- (via hefuckin)

(Source: lushpussyhighheels, via cemetery-among-the-stars)

"I wanna be your “1am I can’t sleep” text"
- (via latelycravingmore)

(via luminouslygolden)

dysphorism:

zarry:

*puts hot laptop battery over stomach to help with period cramps*

I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE

(via askingannamarie)

ostracizedpoodle:

I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

(via txlover)

madisonthe1975:

if u think it’s impossible to fall asleep to heavy metal then ur completely wrong

(via fergussonweblogxz)