I’m 20 now. Wow.
A Good Girl Gone Bad
Tiffany |
Home doesn’t have an address, but it has a soul, lips to kiss, and hands to hold.
(via the-lesbian-barbie)
My friend Karinya has been living with a rare form of cancer called Paraganglioma. She bought tickets to see Florence and the Machine play in Austin months ago and has been so excited to go, but was not able to since she is bedridden in a hospice care facility. So Florence and Rob came to visit and played an hour long private concert for us in Karinya’s room! We can not thank them enough for giving her this gift.
(via opricat)
if you regret any of the sexual experiences you’ve had i’m here for you. if you didn’t say no but you didn’t say yes i’m here for you. if you wanted to stop but you didn’t know how to say it i’m here for you. if it was consensual and then it wasn’t i’m here for you. if it was uncomfortable or if it hurt or if it wasn’t what you wanted i’m here for you. if you spent the whole time waiting for it to be over i’m here for you. if you are scared or afraid of being intimate with someone i am here for you. if you feel anxiety and shame towards sex when the rest of society seems to be absolutely obsessed with it i’m here for you. there is nothing wrong with you and everything you are feeling is valid. i’m here for you.
(Source: abcdefg2789, via damagedpetal)
I’ve had a plan in my head for days, but the need is even stronger tonight.
"The only people up at three a.m. are either broken or in love."- tumultuous-soul
(via wordsnquotes)
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"My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat."- (via diamantennacht)
(via recklesss-and-abandoned)
Anonymous asked:
Die slut
Soon. Promise.
Feeling the need to apologize for being mentally ill is a miserable, miserable thing.
I’m sorry I can’t focus well, I’m sorry I get all scrambled when I talk, I’m sorry I get sad easily or for no reason, I’m sorry I can’t keep my room clean. I’m sorry if I embarrass you by crying in public, or if I annoy you when I talk about things that I’ve told you about twenty times already.
I’d act normal if I knew how, but that’s just not the way my brain works.
(via hopelxss)
I guess you finally saw me the way I see myself and decided you couldn’t handle it.
Anonymous asked:
You do know that no one would care if you killed yourself right?
Obviously