30th August, SaturdayReblog


gettin real tired of my own bullshit

(Source: reinapepiada)

30th August, SaturdayReblog


parents when they can’t get a hold of you: “i called TWICE AND YOU DIDN’T PICK UP”

me when i can’t get a hold of my parents: “I BROKE MY LEG. I CALLED UR CELL 11 TIMES, UR WORK PHONE 7 TIMES, AND SENT YOU 23 TEXTS, AND NO RESPONSE”

my parents: “wow sorry i was busy”

(Source: flygoing)

30th August, SaturdayReblog
26th August, TuesdayReblog

❁ water color blog ❁

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 
Lonely are the sufferers.

following back tons
23rd August, SaturdayReblog
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s him.

— (via date)

(Source: m-e-ghan)

23rd August, SaturdayReblog
  • Me during the entire months of summer: sleep, eat, television, video games, don't see sunlight for 3 days
  • Everyone else in one day of summer: went to the moon, fell in love, traveled to france, met obama, kissed lance bass, starred in a porn, got a tattoo, rode a giraffe
23rd August, SaturdayReblog



I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed

no matter how many times u compliment me im not making ur bed

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