whorville:

[I THINK WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS BUT IM TOO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU]

“I wish someone
Had told
Me
That
When you
Fall
In
Love,
You
Give a piece
Of
Your heart
Away
That
You’ll never
Get
It back,
No matter
How many
Nights
You scream
Their
Name into
Your pillow
Until
Your throat
Is raw
And your
Eyes sting.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That I
Would avoid
Going to
Certain places
Ever again
Because it
Would remind
Me
Of you
Too
Much.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That it
Is so
Easy to lose
Yourself
When you’re
Too busy
Chasing someone
Else.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That
Some songs
Will never
Sound the
Same again because
There
Are bits
Of us
Wrapped in
The melody.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That even
The people
That have the
Best
Intentions
Will break your
Heart
And all
You’ll get
Is a muffled
“Sorry”.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That I
Should have
Trusted my
Instincts the
Whole time
Because
Your heart
Always wants
Before it thinks.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
Not to fall
In love
With someone
Completely unlike
Myself
Because
No matter
How hard
My heart sobs
And breaks
For
You,
Our differences
Will
Break us
And I’ll
Never be
The
Same.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That
Time can
Only
Heal what
You’re willing
To let
It.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That I
Should have
Never
Let myself
Settle
For being
Just an
Option.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That I shouldn’t
Save your messages
When you
Were sweet to
Me
Because it’ll
Only break
My heart
More.
I wish someone
Had told
Me
That
You can’t
Lose
What
Was
Never
Yours.
I wish someone
Had told
Me I deserve
More”

bnc//maybe it’s not too late for you (via youwillunderstand)

fuckyeahtattoos:

Custom mimosa flower design by Matias Lemus.

Reñaca, Chile. 

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)

omgzarry:

Harry Styles + Phoenix, AZ (09/16/14)

The sky when it snows is absolutely perfect. It can be 1 o’clock in the morning and bright outside. The silence of everything when it snows is beautiful. You can barely hear a sound when the snow covers everything. Just watching the snow fall and stick to the ground is beautiful. Yeah I guess it sucks that it’s cold and you have to shovel it out, but coming in from the cold and putting on warm clothes, sitting in the heat, and drinking hot chocolate is so relaxing. I miss the snow so much.

“I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.”

Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)

t0tally-pers0nal:

Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere

ink-sweetea:

let it be fall. 🍂