"Some people smoke,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way."
- (via sensitizes
(originally from sensitizes
m e h so mom’s still not talking to me and i don’t have a useful hairtie and i haven’t been able to take a nap and i’m so tired from waking up early and i just need sleep
"Nothing can wear you out like caring about people."
- S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via thenocturnals
(Source: modernmethadone, via al3xxaandraaa)
(originally from modernmethadone
(originally from mondler-addict
"I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that."
- Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer
(originally from mourningmelody
"And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore."
(Source: nawaabofbengal, via angels-that-bleed)
(originally from nawaabofbengal
(originally from just-relatable
(Source: vvni, via loveemickey)
(originally from rebeccaminkoff
"“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow."
- Unknown (via c-oquetry
(Source: scuanias, via napesicles)
(originally from scuanias
Find someone who understands your silence.
(Source: anonimouspoet, via loveemickey)
(originally from anonimouspoet
"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me."
- Charlotte Green, You Say You Don’t Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That’s Not True
(Source: larmoyante, via lovelyserenades)
(originally from larmoyante
"Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside."
- wow this made me sad. (via jumpscare
(Source: pobredreamer, via lovelyserenades)
(originally from pobredreamer
11:43 p.m. May 26, 2014
But this alcohol tastes better than your lips ever could,
And the grip I have on this whiskey is stronger than you could ever hold my hand.
Yes, it burns my throat and tomorrow my head will hurt…
but when you left,
My throat burned from screaming and my head still hurts every morning.
You never told me you loved me.
(originally from whiskey-please