(Source: minked, via pride)

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nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

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

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

(via ha-ze)

Timestamp: 1406209180

jackgalaxyhero:

cumfort:

you realize how much effort you make with a person when you don’t text them first for once and they never speak to you again

I am guilty of never messaging first with everyone and I just get so anxious that they’re busy or don’t want to talk or … So if you’re friends with me and want to chat.. PLEASE just drop a message. There’s a good chance I want to talk to you too.

(Source: cumfort, via ace)

(Source: italdred, via ace)

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