shutupaubrey:

i love watching pets sleep bc you see their belly go up and down when they breathe and you’re like wow this is a lil living creature that’s all mine to play with

guerillasforever:

I’ll tell you whats wrong with society. No one drinks from the skulls of their enemies anymore.

fragilegifts:

Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.

grinderman2:

share a coke with your own crippling sense of loneliness and inability to be mentally present in the real world

ksuwbi:

looking for new blogs! message me and ill check out your blog!

cactuseeds:

"In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself."

The Virgin Suicides, 1999. Directed by Sofia Coppola.

"

i almost bought you a hallmark card the other day, it’s easier that way, you know, it’s easier to use someone else’s lines and smile and say “happy birthday” but i cannot bring myself to act like i am anywhere close to blase, and hey,
you have
the truth
in writing.

i wish i could give you my finest work but it’s all i can do to keep it together to figure this out, it’s all i can do to stay on the ground without flying away, it’s all i can do just to say
what i’m trying
to say.

i want you to know that your eyes are the brightest i’ve ever seen, i want you to see what i see, i want to send my fist through walls when i think about you looking in the mirror, hating your reflection and sliding your hands down the sides of your thighs and crying because you take up space,

god damn it,

you deserve to take up more than anyone i’ve known.

i want you to stop trying to dull the glow you’ve had since the day i met you, i want you to stop biting your tongue until it bleeds instead of saying what you think, i want you to stop people pleasing and i want you to shatter the image you’ve worked on for years just like you dream about shattering the mirror, i want you to pick up the shards and carve yourself a whole new point of view

where you finally see
just how lovely
you are.

You’re 21, your life has just begun and tonight I hope you wear your favorite dress and when you’re putting on your lipstick and fastening your heels I hope you finally feel as beautiful as you really are, I hope you go to a smoky bar and I hope your drink is on the house and I hope you dance all night with the people who love you, I hope tonight you’re having the time of your life

I don’t care
if you don’t want me there
I just want
you to smile
and believe
you deserve to.

Tonight when you blow out the candles, don’t waste your wish, I’m already wishing the world for you.

"


-21 (M.N.G)

zerstorend:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you

"But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair."

-Haruki Murakami (via junecoast)

(Source: paintdeath)


"

My god
I want to hold you in the bathtub and wrap you in lavender and bubbles and every ounce of my love
I want to blast the 1975 with the lights down low and the moon hung high, “i love you, don’t you mind, don’t you mind?”
I want to unwrap the secrets I’ve kept like christmas gifts, I want to lift you higher than you’ve ever been, I want to grab the nearest pen and proclaim my enthrallment all over the walls,

I’ll face the wrath of the landlord
tomorrow.

My god
Five drinks in and I’m over my head, searching for pictures of you and coming up short, they say you can’t catch the sun in a snapshot, and girl, is is true, no camera comes close to capturing you

There’s no lens
wide enough
for your rays.

I am as pathetic as they get, six drinks in and I don’t give a shit, I hear your voice when I close my eyes, I see your face and I’m not surprised, your eyes are the brightest I’ve seen,

Your memory
is suffocating
and rescuing me.

X drinks in and I can’t see the floor, the walls and the door are a blur but your face is still clear, I wish you were here

Until then
I’ll
drink.

"


-Drink (m.n.g.)

(Source: palabrasquecantan)


foxnewsoficial:

Person: I’m a woman and I don’t need feminism
What she’s actually saying:
My life is perfectly okay and I don’t really care what other women go through
I think feminists are just whiny and can’t take jokes that perpetuate harmful stereotypes
I believe that people are just obsessed with political correctness
I am blind to the fact that there are still problems faced by women
I have forgotten that feminism gave women rights such as the right to vote
I have no idea that feminism is an egalitarian movement that fights for everyone’s rights regardless of sex, gender, sexuality, race, religion, nationality, and ethnicity but mostly focuses on women’s rights.
I am more concerned about semantics rather than human rights
I can’t distinguish between real feminists and shitty people who call themselves feminists
I still believe in the false notion that feminism is about hating men
I actually don’t understand what feminism is
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop."

-Jack Kerouac (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)