“ I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.

jaclcfrost:

do u ever have a thought that’s so fuckin inappropriate that u feel like dumping a bucket of water on urself like. calm down, self. tone it down. think about jesus

(via gnarly)

yoncehaunted:

When an old post randomly starts getting a ton of notes

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princess-abiogenesis:

wheremythoughtsare:

Do not ground your child because you caught them putting a cigarette flame to their wrist.

Do not discipline your child because they have cuts on their thighs.

Do not threaten to put your child in a mental institution because their only escape is self-harm.

Do not teach your children that if they open up to you about the scars on their bodies, the only thing they will get in return is punishment.

Someone finally said it

(via hopehasfailedme)

improbablenormality:

humourous-misadventures:

megasilly:

You know what language I love? Welsh.

I mean

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how

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can you not 

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love

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this ridiculous

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amazing language?

you know our word for ‘microwave’ is ‘popty ping’, right?

this language is literally keysmashing

(via thenewmariah)

eastcoastslang:

im in the mood to receive a check for six hundred thousand dollars 

(via dulect)

volcainist:

you should have opened your eyes i was crazy for you

(via relahvant)

“ I kissed a girl with a broken smile. She tasted like vodka and smelled of blood. You would tell her you loved her and you could never tell if she felt the same or despised you for saying it. She smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, like she was always one step ahead. And oh god, was she. Her replies were always quick and witty as if she already knew what you were going to say. Her nails were always painted black which matched the black eyeliner framing her eyes. Whenever you begged her to stop smoking, she’d look at you with those eyes, those god damn eyes, and kiss you. She never did quit, though. You tried kissing the poison out of her, and all you were left with was rotting lips. She left claw marks on everything she touched, including your heart.