My life in words.

so here I am.

pepahh:

internetgirll:

nearlyvintage:

HEATH LEDGER  
my heart cries

Bby

pepahh:

internetgirll:

nearlyvintage:

HEATH LEDGER  

my heart cries

Bby

I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
(via haileymr)

(Source: iamboundtowin)


emilyung:




I am in love with this

Bruh

Close your eyes right before it loops

Woah. 

emilyung:

I am in love with this

Bruh

Close your eyes right before it loops

Woah. 

(Source: flyngdream)

I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.
the girl you wished you had (via vintage-drunk)


mostly10:

porrn:

Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???

image

serration:

constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

(Source: serration)

Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer.
(via blud3vil)

(Source: thedailypozitive)


lost-in-stella:

Can we just take a moment to discuss how beautiful Frances Bean Cobain is

Kurt would have been so proud

g0ssipgirl-daily:

aliciaaadanielle:

n4ughty-y:

I watched an interview he was in and they asked him, “how do you play being in love so easily?” and he replied, “actually being in love with leighton really helped.”

My heart

Never stop reblogging

g0ssipgirl-daily:

aliciaaadanielle:

n4ughty-y:

I watched an interview he was in and they asked him, “how do you play being in love so easily?” and he replied, “actually being in love with leighton really helped.”

My heart

Never stop reblogging

(Source: chicgarden)

Be careful who you vent to.
Realest shit I’ve heard all morning. (via corivicious)

(Source: itsthelesbiana)


You’re looking for a poem to tell
you why your heart is broken
into every piece. You’re looking
for someone to compare all the
ways he didn’t love you to a rose
and how even when it turns
black with death, it’s still lovely.
There aren’t words that will
make your phone’s silence
easier, trust me. You’re alone
tonight and he’s probably
thinking about someone else;
there’s nothing poetic about that.
Rebeka Anne, don’t give him the satisfaction of leaving something beautiful behind. your heartbreak isn’t pretty. (via anneisrestless)