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johnnyhotboi:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

fuck

johnnyhotboi:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

fuck

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icychaoss:

Getting bad again for no reason after you’ve been so happy for a long time is literally one of the worst feelings ever

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witchcraft-y:

this gives me life and inspires me to step up my lipstick game

witchcraft-y:

this gives me life and inspires me to step up my lipstick game

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Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
Unknown (a knot in my throat now)
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I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
Virginia Woolf (The Voyage Out)
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moonlit-galaxies:

 


An Afghan girl with some strikingly beautiful eyes…Look at that stare…It’s deadly and it’s a bit wonderful, too…How preety she is…

Beautiful

moonlit-galaxies:

 

An Afghan girl with some strikingly beautiful eyes…Look at that stare…It’s deadly and it’s a bit wonderful, too…How preety she is…

Beautiful

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60s70sand80s:

Girls’ Love Stories #148  January 1970

60s70sand80s:

Girls’ Love Stories #148 
January 1970

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