Live fast. Die pretty.

GOOOO!

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:46:20 -0400

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

I just want to get lost in the curve of a road.

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 04:09:29 -0400

I just want to get lost in the curve of a road.

Love the one you're with.

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:49:05 -0400

I’m trying to figure this out, with my heart rushing in and out like this, it makes it difficult to feel anything but confused. Your hand twisted, tangled into my hair, you look into my eyes wondering if I am here in this moment with you. Because usually I am off in a land mine of scarred hearts, but tonight it beats for you. I need your soul to let me slip in, grab ahold because once I do, I won’t know how to let go; it’s not my style. i need your soul to welcome me with open arms, to accept all the luggage I bring to your doorstep, I need your soul to smile at mine with they intertwine. that will help me figure ouot, that nothing from the past is worth more than this moment with you, worth more than any moment anywhere anytime. because you got that kind of smile that could make me forget any sort of love.

"Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 01:16:20 -0400

“Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.”

- Unknown

Just a few moments staring your eyes I could still see, the love we had isn’t just in me.

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 22:20:00 -0500

Just a few moments staring your eyes I could still see, the love we had isn’t just in me.

Damn straight.

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 16:56:23 -0500

Damn straight.

So I'm watching this show on MTV: Catfish

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 23:42:31 -0500

And even with all the lies these people tell eachother, I can’t help but feel jealous that at least someone is trying for them. I wish someone would try for me. I would try for you, I really would. You, that person that I haven’t laid eyes on yet, I would stay up late to help you study, I would cry when you cried and I would smile when you held my hand. I would.

everythings-changedd: jacoblasher: f-r-e-c-k-l-e-d: tea-withsu...

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 00:16:08 -0500

everythings-changedd:

jacoblasher:

f-r-e-c-k-l-e-d:

tea-withsugar:

someone-somewheree:

seducingvicfuenteswithtacos:

alanashbythegingerprincess:

thatssootightbutthole:

rawrimkelsey:

How do I tell my parents that my little sister killed herself cause of them and society? I lost my best friend omg I can’t just reblog this like she said I’m off here for alittle while

I cried when I read this reblog this . What if this was your little sister?

I’m crying.

Wait, am I reading this right? The girl was 10? God damn, society. This isn’t okay :(

This is just heartbreaking. A 10 year old killing herself? That is just fucking disgusting and appalling. My little sister is 12, I can’t even begin to imagine what this would be/feel like. When are people honestly going to learn? Do you find comfort into a bullying a 10 year old into killing herself? How would you feel if that was your little sister or brother? How would you fucking feel? Just think.

first post to ever make me cry instantly, this is so horrible how someone could make a 10 year old kill their self

I am in tears, oh my god…

My heart dropped. :/

Not clicking alt reblog. too important. I can’ even believe this, but at another point, I seriously CAN. I know people in my school my age who I’ve literally bluntly asked if they would care if something like this happened. They replied simple “Not at all”. People don’t care. this is what i hate. People say that these people have esteem issues, but maybe that wsa then, not now. Now, people are just so stupid and cruel that they don;t know what they do can hurt people, and don’t understand the real effect of suicide. never imagined if their little brother or sister did this. Or their mother, father, best friend, cousin, anyone you love.

people

don’t

care

everyone should reblog this. This should have the most likes. It should have more than shirtless guys, or perfect clothes. This is reality, and what society is doing to us. A 10 year old killed herself, my sister is 10, i couldn’t imagine losing her to suicide, this needs to stop

fer1972: Let me shave you…

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 11:15:45 -0500

fer1972:

Let me shave you…

Nobody

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 00:55:12 -0500

Nobody told me ‘bout this part.

Everyone warned me ‘bout the lovin’ and leavin’ that it was deceivin’and mistreatin’, but no one say nothin’ bout the grievin’ and barely breathin’, kickin’ myself and fallin’ apart.

Nobody told me ‘bout this part.

The Daisy and The Weed

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 11:47:25 -0500

The flower never told the weed she was jealous, but she was. To live off any land, in any condition; it was brave. The daisy could only do so much, could only become so beautiful. But the weed you see, he could live anywhere. Next to a highway that cuts into a mountain, with a thousand more like him, to paint a canvas of glory. He could fly with the sea-wind and fall on the island where no one could touch him. Yes, the risk of being ripped from the ground was great, but the adventure was everything the tamed Daisy aspired for.

I miss the way my hair falls on your face and you blow it off because it tickles your nose. I miss...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 12:32:06 -0500

I miss the way my hair falls on your face and you blow it off because it tickles your nose. I miss holding your hand and dragging you along when I need to shop for a new pair of shoes. I miss not shaving my legs and not wearing makeup and you tell me it’s sexy and your smirk tells me your lying. I miss you when the night stretches on so long, it feel like eternity has finally started. I miss you because I do not know you. I miss you because I have yet to meet you, I don’t know if I ever will. But I miss you.

Regardless, I miss you because I know, no one’s spirit will fly as high as ours will together.

How sad is it, a star can do nothing but shine for it’s love. How awful a life it must be, to...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:50:12 -0500

How sad is it, a star can do nothing but shine for it’s love. How awful a life it must be, to never see the other’s glow. A love like that, between two stars, must be the most sacred. Even apart; their love for each other lights up the whole sky.

My poems keep me soft.

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 16:57:08 -0500

My poems keep me soft.

Photo

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 16:54:51 -0500

Photo

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 16:48:43 -0500

This.

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 22:24:57 -0500

So, this is the part when every light become gray. Every flower turns itself over and wrinkles and falls to the floor, petal by petal. This is where the oxygen gets sucked out of the room, out of your lungs- breathless.

This moment of standing in the street, with the holes of my shoes keeping my feet numb, the rain falling in sheets, this moment is when the walls of my soul came crashing in. Collaped into the nothingness left of me. I lift my head up to the sky just to see if I can still feel.

This is the moment I know, if I know nothing more: I have fallen.

Cacoethes Scribendi: I want it to be like it was in the Wild West. I want to ride up to the...

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 22:08:08 -0500

Cacoethes Scribendi: I want it to be like it was in the Wild West. I want to ride up to the...:

silver-tongue-bastard:

I want it to be like it was in the Wild West. I want to ride up to the door of your house out in the valley of your ranch. I want to call your name while my horse kicks up dust and the ranch hands eye me nervously, fingers strayin’ toward the triggers of their rifles and six-shooters, shoutin’…

Amazing. Wish I thought of it first.

Maybe that's why

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 01:00:36 -0500

Maybe you’re not hearing what I have been hearing.

Maybe those old country songs don’t come on your radio, maybe you don’t remember us swaying in the dark.

Maybe you haven’t seen the couple walking down the street hand and hand laughing, and loving just like we use too.

Maybe your friends don’t like to bring up memories of the past like mine do; reminsing never seemed so hard.

Maybe you don’t feel my touch lingering on your collarbone, or my breathe panting in your ear.

Maybe you don’t taste my skin like you use too, you said it tasted like heaven.

Maybe these shadows don’t run across your walls too, the emptiness haunting me, taunting me of what is so far out of reach now.

Maybe that’s why you don’t love me anymore.

Maybe that’s why.

Photo

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:56:17 -0500