ingredior:

baelor:

i dont know if i want to be buried or cremated if i die

“if i die”

If, if is good.

(via worthless-world)

"

There was a boy, who lost pieces of himself in
the lines of books, he made a home in the
comfort of words. He found himself slowly
wishing that he lived inside of the work of
literature, because he didn’t want to be
himself anymore.

There was a girl, who lost herself in the
color red and strokes of a brush. She’d
never just paint on paper though,
sometimes her skin was the blank
canvas, sometimes it was covered
in scars. Most the time she was
covered in red.

There was a boy, and he tried to lose
himself in other people. He’d enter in
between the legs of the girl with the
red lips, and the girl with the curly hair,
and the girl with skinny wrists. He
couldn’t stand being alone, no,
especially not at night. Not when
his mind is wide awake but his body
wants to sleep.

There was a girl, she’d lose herself
after the fifth shot of patron in her
bedroom by herself on a Monday night.
Sometimes she thought she could see
a piece of her at the bottom of the bottle,
but in reality she was just drunk and
imagining things.

There was a boy, and he’d take pictures
of the ocean and the stars, and he’d
spend his days finding beauty in the
nature around him. Just because he
could never find beauty in himself,
and yes, he was just as insecure as
a girl could be.

There was a girl, she kissed too many
boys, and played tricks on her mind to
convince herself that’s what she wanted.
She had three boyfriends in the last 7 
months, but she never knew what love
was. She tried to lose the side of herself
that others called sin in date nights and foreplay.

There’s me, there’s she, there’s he, and we all
just try so fucking hard to lose ourselves because
sometimes we just need to get away at what’s eating
us up from the inside out. Maybe it’s a bad thing,
but sometimes humans need to run away from
their thoughts, from themselves. Yet we can’t
because we’re a soul stuck in a body, so we try
so hard, so hard, to get away. We get away in
other things, in other people, in art, in crying,
in reading, in screaming, in searching.
We are searching, searching for relief.

"

i.c. // we all need to get lost sometimes. (via delicatepoetry)

(via these-fading-scars)

"You can drink too much
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost."

Beau Taplin || A most unfortunate truth. (via perfect)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via these-fading-scars)

"I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end."

10-Word Story (via bl-ossomed)

(via myadulation)

(Source: drizzlelullaby, via love-music-and-dreaming)

al-grave:

hkirkh:

They’re as afraid of us as we are of them…

I’d react the same way to a finger up the butt

(via edenparadox)

"you know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day"

"Honey you were every star in my sky, and that is where I went wrong. Because you were all of them, it makes it near impossible to look at the night sky without seeing your face. And that’s the thing about putting somebody first, making somebody your everything. It means you are already teaching them you come second, but you don’t. Honey tonight I really miss you, if I could call you I would tell you how I wish you had stayed. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, you were supposed to stop me from leaving, but this isn’t a fairytale this is real life. And unfortunately in real life we aren’t star crossed lovers, we are just two people who are very good at making each other unhappy. But baby I really did love you, they’ll tell the story of us long after we’re gone."

It was a star crossed love (via ashrenaef)

(via these-fading-scars)

"Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore."

July 7, 2014 (via shortsimplestories)

(via vicisqueen)

sad-butsassy:

thatgirlwiththescars:

the-fault-in-our-scars:

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.

.

NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS IM CRYING SO HARD

(via wear-your-broken-crown-xo)

"I want to marry you and annoy you for the rest of your life."

"How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all."

"Make it happen. Shock everyone."

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