April 2011
Not every pretty girl in shorts is a slut. Not...
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Reblog if you dont wish to be a princess, you just...
-beingaroundyou:
fallingforhissmile:
i don’t usually reblog things like this but THIS. the way he looks at her.. thats love.
Reblog if you can take off your bra without taking...
This is a skill many women acquire. It’s handy.
hopo:
doigia:
biombe:
wo ho,i can ^^
So today at school we were talking and a girl said...
Free to love. ♥
If you have ever self-harmed, thought about it,...
But they’d loved each other. With the wisdom of time and passing of years, she...
– (via justtmisguidedghosts)
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OK, the very worst part about online friends:
quixotess:
When they’re in crisis, you can’t go and see them in person. You can’t let them spend the night at your house. You can’t cook them dinner. You can’t go with them to a job interview. You can’t take them out for coffee. You can’t hold their hand or hug them. You can’t let them use your shower. You can’t be a physical contrast to the abusive people in their physical lives.
I miss you. I think about you so much. It hurts like hell trying to let you go…I...
– (via starrynightsxoxo)
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they...
– Ellen Hopkins (via bwandi)
The only thing worse than a broken heart is...
I feel like I'm waiting for something.
Something that isn’t going to happen. Like I’m standing on a precipice, waiting. Deciding. I can step back, or I can fall off the edge. In a way, it’s a decision. However, I feel like I don’t have the control I should.
I want to be someone’s breath of fresh air..
Why can’t things be back to normal? Why can’t I be with that amazing man, getting the...
borntobeclassic-deactivated2012 asked: :D I LOVE YOU. Not really a question. OH. WELL.
Reblog if you've drawn a heart on your wrist...
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tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Hi there.
I’ve been sitting here for an hour, trying to think of something adequate to write. My thoughts are frantic. I can’t form a coherent introduction to my tumblr. It frightens me. I need the steady flow of words I’m so accustomed to. It’s comforting. Words are my weapon, my art, and everything is my muse. The world around me, the people. I can write about it all. I...