It’s 4 o’clock and I’m really fucked up. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

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mostlyfiction:

If you’re still looking for me you can find me in the places that I loved you most.

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(Source: lunarless)

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I live in a kind of tension between the will to say yes to my suffering, and my inability to utter this yes with complete sincerity.

— Karl Jaspers, Man in the Modern Age  (via exoticwild)

(Source: crematedadolescent)

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sunshinelust:

I wish I was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet. I wish I was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket. I wish I was that face you show to strangers when they ask you where you come from. I wish I was that someone that you come from, every time you get there, and when you get there. I wish I was that someone who got phone calls and postcards saying ‘Wish you were here.’

I wish you were here. Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground and the trees are naked and lonely. I keep trying to tell them new leaves will come around in the spring, but you can’t tell trees those things. They’re like me they just stand there and don’t listen.

I wish you were here. I’ve been missing you like crazy, I’ve been hazy eyed staring at the bottom of my glass again, thinking of that time when it was so full. It was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine or sticking straws into the center of the sun and sipping like Icarus would forever kiss the bullets from our guns.

I never meant to fire you know. I know you never meant to fire lover, I know we never meant to hurt each other. Now the sky clicks from black to blue and dusk looks like a bruise. I’ve been wrapping one night stands around my body like wedding bands but none of them fit in the morning. They just slip off my fingers and slip out the door and all that lingers is the scent of you. I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well all the wishes in the world would come true. Do you remember?

Do you remember the night I told you I’ve never seen anything more perfect than than snow falling in the glow of a street light, electricity bowing to nature, mind bowing to heartbeat? This is gonna hurt. Bowing to I love you. I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around, like children love recess bells. I still hear the sound of you and think of playgrounds where outcasts who stutter beneath braces and bruises and acne are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies are never gonna grow up to be happy. I think of happy when I think of you.

So wherever you are I hope you’re happy - I really do. I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight, I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking, I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life, I hope there’s a kite in your hand that’s flying all the way up to Orion and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out. I hope you’re smiling like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth, ‘cause I might be naked and lonely shaking branches for bones but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met. You were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat and I wish you were here. I wish you’d never left but mostly I wish you well, I wish you my very very best.

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andyanalyze:

Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975

andyanalyze:

Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975

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Your name hurts.

— This fucking post has almost 82k notes what?? (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: h-auptgewinn)

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The adorable little 4 year girl named leah said to me ” you’re just like a mermaid.”
I told her thats the sweetest thing someone has said to me in a while.
Also i really just want to do drugs and hide from the world in the bath all day.

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My first love. He was my first favorite mistake.

— Lauren Blakely, Caught Up in Us (via simply-quotes)

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I wanted to burn down cities. Scream so loud it filled the galaxy. Snap the points off mountains and cut myself with those points and streak the sky with blood.
But I didn’t.
It wasn’t appropriate.

— The Tracey Fragments, Maureen Medved (via lucille-berkowitz)

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.

— Allen Ginsberg (via veryyellowwhiteflash)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com)

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(Source: nickiroyale)

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Having the worst morning. Walked in the rain to my friends and of course he’s not awake or answering his phone.
I have to babysit at 11.
I went to shake my coffee and the lid wasn’t on and spilled all over and burned the fuck outta me.
Also I’m super hungover and got my period this morning!
😵🔫🙏

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I’m all like “things are gonna be okay”
But then things are all like “lol”

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