1. fallingforthe1975:

    // don’t you see me //

    (via cosmicvenuus)

     


  2. Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.
    — 

    Vodka thoughts #1 (via blossomfully)

    I tell everyone about you

    (via socwhore)

    (via always-anabasis)

     


  3. I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.
    — The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

    (via flannelfairy)

     

  4. assailanting:

    IM FUCKING CRYING

    (via countingmycats)

     

  5. ellestanger:

    I saw this at 3 a.m. I like.

    (via defenestrationrights)

     


  6. I.
    When I was trying to quit smoking
    and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
    you called my freckles cocoa powder
    and I called your green eyes
    celery.

    II.
    I am learning how to be a grown-up
    who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
    and doesn’t cry at words like
    I think I just want to be friends.

    III.
    The truth is this:
    Love is an organic thing.
    It rots and softens.

    — All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via nationalpopleagues)

    (Source: clementinevonradics, via flannelfairy)

     

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  8. jonahreenders:

    II

    By: Jonah Reenders

    (via wonderous-world)

     

  9. wolverxne:

    Untitled | by: { gerbing

    (Source: WOLVERXNE, via shredporn)

     

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