marshondigital:

Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

(Source: laidback-vibes, via spaceeghostt)

My favorite thing to do is listen to landfill and think about how no one has ever cared about me

solangeop:

Burberry Prorsum SS 2015
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via writurs)

(via wild-nothiing)

batdude:

 sometimes you just gotta put on a full face of makeup for no reason

(via stopburningmythings)

Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.
- Maya Angelou (via saeltskin)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via becauseurbad)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

- Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via becauseurbad)

I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
- Mary Kate Teske  (via melwent)

(Source: hellanne, via becauseurbad)