if, for argument’s sake, you were to write a story about me in the lead role…


I keep six razorblades in a little purple box with golds swirls twisting around it that I got for my 11th birthday and I never understood how something so beautiful could hold something so destructive until I heard you say you didn’t love me anymore

(via extrasad)


i fuckin wish



do me a favour. if a person wearing a long sleeved shirt or a sweatshirt and jeans on a hot day, don’t comment on it. don’t ask why they’re wearing it. don’t say anything at about it.

trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.

this is so god damn important

But what if I never get over you?

What if I continue to wake up every day of my fucking life & want you so badly that my bones shake so much that they feel like they’re going to break?

What if I keep waiting for a call or a text or a sign from God that never comes?

What if you were the one but I wasn’t?

What if you never love me back? (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

What if I just want her as a friend and it still doesn’t happen.

(via rhymes-with-grape)



Bob scrubbin’ your blog.

Thanks bob