THEME

hello-imaliveandwandwell:

hiroshimalated:

Please keep this circulating. Cops are getting more and more brazen, know your rights!

good to know

The smell of dirt and rubble changes
depending on what was destroyed in the fire.
If the village burns down, it is the smell of flesh.
Of overcooked dinners and charred cotton
and children’s shoes.

If we are the fire, though,
the aftermath smells of hair just washed,
of perfumed skin and tire rubber
and notes taped to the fridge.

I am convinced we are both afraid
of the same thing.
I am convinced that loving you
was every lesson I needed in pretending,
every lesson in brushing shoulders with you
and pretending it didn’t feel
like lightning.

When you ask if I miss you,
I’ll wonder if you will ever grow out of
asking only the questions
you know the answers to.
I’ll convince myself I can’t smell
the way your jacket hasn’t been washed
since the last time you asked me
if I liked the way your fingers felt.
I’ll convince myself you don’t smell
like arson.

When you ask again, I’ll lie.
I’ll say I do. I’ll say I do miss you
and shrug my shoulders
and call it acting.

You taught me that.
You taught me that.

Acting | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

—Tyler Ford (via bl-ossomed)

teenagegaywad:

theodorepython:

coyotescorner:

peculiaraura:

itscandidlycaratempurl:

Friendly reminder this show was filmed in front of a live studio audience in one take.

And that all sitcom laugh tracks are taken from this show because the laughter was so sincere.

friendly reminder that this show was fuckin awesome

And most of the people who were recorded laughing are dead now. When you hear people laughing in sitcoms today, it’s the recorded laughter of dead people.

Well that escalated quickly

From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people. —

(via jordancorin)

This is true guys. So true.

(via blackgirlsrpretty2)

Alex Gaskarth in All Time Low's Forget About It music video.


Title: Off to the Races
Artist: Lana Del Rey
Played: 19169 times

It’s Monday, and your hair is messy. You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt as you moan about the day of the week - and I love you.

It’s Tuesday, and you’re stumbling your way around the room, trying to sort out the things you have to do. You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose, asking me about my day - and I love you.

It’s Wednesday, and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch. You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) - and I love you.

It’s Thursday, and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring, but you’re still moaning about how the week is going by too slow for your tastes - and I love you.

It’s Friday, and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks you’ve prepared when I was gone. You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms - and I love you.

It’s Saturday, and you’re feeling lazy. You won’t let me leave your arms (or is it the other way around?) So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder how much time we have left before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces - and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.

Loving you (NJ.)

honeyandsorrow:

life gives me a headache

jerkidiot:

that girl you just called fat? who cares about her backstory, you just shouldn’t be a dick to people
like do we really need a tragic story to get people to stop being mean to each other wtf

the-psycho-cutie:

i didn’t realize growing up meant dying inside but hey it’s whatever