Love is bullshit.

Today I got in the showered and turned the hot water fully on .. I thought maybe I could burn your touch off, but it only caused me to see traces where your fingertips used to be…

You are flooding my mind ..
And frankly, I don’t know how to swim, darling ..

I swear, if I start crying I will get on tumblr and distract myself .



I hate when black clothes are a slightly different black and don’t match

we joke but this is an actual thing

But really though, who isn’t ?

But really though, who isn’t ?

I sighed and felt selfish. I should be grateful for everything. Why is it easier to sit around feeling sorry for yourself than it is to drag yourself out of bed and appreciate what you have? Why is it so much easier to dwell on what you lack?
Awaken (Katie Kacvinsky)
if she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her
gold-kushkloudz (via gold-kushkloudz)
Again ..

Again ..

“How are you only seventeen?” They said,
“how are you so young but have all this
going on in your head?”

I don’t know,
I really don’t. I can’t explain
to you why I think death is the answer to
my problem, I can’t tell you why I think
soul mates exists because when I met
him it made me believe in something,
and fuck, isn’t that better than nothing?
I can’t speak about the scars on my thighs
because each one of them, according to
you were caused by lies, the lies that I told
myself, that I was too ugly, too fat, too dumb.
I still don’t see them as lies, because god
damn you don’t see myself through my eyes.
I won’t open up to you about how he ripped a
piece of my being away from me that night,
and no, I won’t open up about how every
evening there’s a fight. I will maybe tell you
about my mother, and how she thinks I am
crazy, and strange. I could never tell you face
to face about my suicide attempt, and how
I had it arranged. I won’t talk to you about
anything, nothing, not even over a phone
call. You’ll have to read my writing,
because trust me, it explains it all.

i.c. // don’t ask, read (via delicatepoetry)