When you stop chasing, they start noticing.
—Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)
flin-t:

theworldstandswithpalestine:

Melbourne protest for Gaza, July 19. 2014.

realest sign I’ve seen in awhile

flin-t:

theworldstandswithpalestine:

Melbourne protest for Gaza, July 19. 2014.

realest sign I’ve seen in awhile

This whole situation hurts.
How did I get into this mess?

I have a favorite. For months I would tell him every night “you are my favorite, cool kid”
I have the best. For years I’ve been calling D “the best I could ever have”

But lil kit you are neither the best nor the my favorjte. But I think I’d drop them both just to have you.

This whole situation hurts.
How did I get into this mess?

I have a favorite. For months I would tell him every night “you are my favorite, cool kid”
I have the best. For years I’ve been calling D “the best I could ever have”

But lil kit you are neither the best nor the my favorjte. But I think I’d drop them both just to have you.

chasing-the-nightx:

blxck-diamonds:

vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

my heart has been ripped apart I cannot

holy shit

chasing-the-nightx:

blxck-diamonds:

vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

my heart has been ripped apart I cannot

holy shit

oh my
oh
my
oh my
oh
my
OH MY

oh my
oh
my
oh my
oh
my
OH MY

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
—Joshua Graham (via ahokage)

(Source: outdoor-anarchy)

ohhenryd:

thatpunnyguy:

snazziest:

They call me coffee cuz I grind so fine

They call me coffee I keep you up past 2 am

They call me coffee because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what I am

I keep posting today because I’m terribly bored. You told me you would call and you haven’t. I’ve been attached to my phone all day.
What have we become? How is this still a thing? I’m painfully tired and lonely and I just want to hear your voice. Why is this so complicated. Pick up the phone and dial my number. Leave me a voicemail or a snapchat or something to let me know that I’m not someone you’re trying to leave behind.
Don’t you know that I need a constant reminder that you haven’t forgotten me? Otherwise… I think I’m going back to where I started.

I’m a burden, I know. But just give me a call. I’ve been waiting for a while now.

Everytime I want to tell Jennie something personal… it’s like she doesn’t care.
I know that that’s not true. She’s my best friend and she’s always been by my side since day one. But her personality is so passive that I always find myself stopping short, not telling her everything that’s bothering me.
Even though we were born and raised in the same church, I can’t even talk about God with her. That irritates the hell out of me and each time I try to change it, I sound like a naggy, braggy little girl.
I guess sometimes even the best of friends can’t be effortless.