it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 
breeze was knocking my hair all around me
the smell of the beach stuck under 
our noses
i glanced at you and couldn’t help 
but to smile
thats when I knew
i could glance back at you for 
the rest of my life
confictus:

ignorantarts:


you’ll regret me like the tattoos on your skin3.18.14

DEEP

OH MY GOD
I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
Self love.

-Alexa Evangelista, you deserve better (via happyasatree)

(Source: vodkakilledtheteens, via cybergirlfriend)

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

-Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell (via dumbwhitegirl)

(Source: franstar, via extrasad)

http://suffering.us/post/79840030385

virginityclub:

Last night, I called my ex-boyfriend. On the third ring he said blurrily, “Hello?” “Charlie,” I said. “Charlie, you’re not actually serious about this, are you? Breaking up?” I heard him catch his breath, ready to say something. After a while he let it out again. “I’m sorry,” I…

cynicallys:

desk stories #4
vipeur:


I don’t know why but I’ve always loved this so much