don't waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise.

no, I do not support self harm, I reblog how I'm feeling and I'm sorry if that becomes a trigger to you.





I need feminism; because the bra straps of a twelve year old shouldn’t make a 40 year old married principal with two daughters “uncomfortable”

So am I allowed to walk around adult women who are mothers and grandmothers at work with my cock out or what

in what world is someone’s dick equivalent to a fucking bra strap

(Source: solarcomplexities)


math class is the class where your inner artist comes out more than in your actual art class


My advice to any Christian, old or new, would be to never let people become more important than God in your life.

i haven’t spoken to you in a while
and they say it takes 21 days to break a habit
but 21 days later
i still miss you

why wont you call me? (via homowrecked)

21 days…2 years…same thing

(via khal-ees-i)

(Source: )


I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: larmoyante)


*txts back 20 days later & picks up the conversation where we left off as if no time has passed and without an excuse*

I looked at you as if you were everything but you looked at me as if I was ordinary and I still loved you.

and that’s when I realized I need to love myself first - parchiya (via perfect)