revived:nostalgicdreams:silentsilhouette:
So, what’s your addiction? The pain, the emptiness, the high?
Maybe we all just want to feel alive.
So cut up your arms, restrict all your food, and take hit after hit after hit
porch lights
this is for how we’re made of dust and when the sun catches us just right we feel like full moons. and for the times when the sun missed us by a hair and we sat on the curb with gaps missing from our shoulders.
the things you write make me never want to stop, thank you
Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at stupid jokes. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell a jerk what you think. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Live life. Regret nothing.
generic-trex:alixjay:flourhoneymilk: havent-got-a-prayer:(via alixjay)
god I love this. This is going to be my Bible for the next 10 years.
seconded.
because I would rather stay up all night writing than doing homework
because I think too much and breathe too much
because I think about you too much
because I take too many deep breaths, in and out in and out
because you are beautiful
because you tell me that I am beautiful
because the music lets us feel
because it lets us know we remember how to feel
because sometimes we do forget how to feel
because we are just a bunch of young and clueless kids with too many thoughts and too much time
