No, fuck you. I was worth it.
and I’m still worth it // R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)

cooldudebro:

let me lay down some facts for you:

  • aliens are real
  • horoscopes are real
  • skeletons are real
  • star wars is probably real
  • linkin park is almost too real

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

(via chemicalfromance)

singithigh:

"To all the women who silently made history."

moneypowerbottom:

teacher: class take your seats

me:

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I’m full of love, and nobody wants it.
Unknown (via helpfvl)

pulmonaire:

Using 3,604 cups of coffee with different amounts of milk and coffee to create shading for Mona Lisa’s face. (via)

superstreetfighter2turbohdremix:

i am 0% the person i was three years ago and i would probably get in a fight with 2011 me

boyirl:

unknown artist

 ”People will look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, ‘Now there’s a school that self-destructed, not because society didn’t care, but because the school was society.’ Now that’s deep.” 

Heathers (1988)

Y si piensas en mí, por favor, ven y dímelo.
ideasviajando (M. Sierra Villanueva)

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