Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty .
Leonard Cohen (via f-reska)

(Source: all-alone-together)

pagingpage:

legains:

If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?

I was not prepared for this question

ernoji:

tru friends ignore each other’s acne

(Source: asianfetus)

Anonymous asked:
1-9, 22 & 25

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?
Yes

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
Yes

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
My friends and when we used to call everyone meow when we were 13 and how hysterical we thought it was

4: What’s something you really want right now?
For exams to be over and for it to be summer

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?
No

6: Do you like the beach?
Yes, but I don’t go that often despite living 1 minute away from one

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
Yes

8: What’s the background on your cell?
The word spring written three times in flowers lol

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?
Umm, mine at my dad’s, mine at my mum’s, my mum’s bed aaaaand… I can’t even remember, probably the spare bed hahahah

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
Yes

25: What’s on your mind?
I’ve got revision/art to do but I’m still half asleeeeeeeeep

x


rolandalfred2nd:

ruinedchildhood:

Remember when Carlton lost his virginity?

Never forget 

*takes 19 selfies*

*deletes 22 selfies*

(Source: k999)

contraception:

a support group for people who started saying YAAAAAAS ironically and now can’t stop

I don’t want your Sunday best. I don’t want you to dress yourself up and make believe there’s no dirt underneath your fingernails. I want your Monday morning. Your stress served on the side of your coffee, and your insecurities as dark as the liquid. I want the brutal tone in your honesty and compassion. I want you to grab the life out of my eyes with the taste of your tongue dancing in my mouth. I want last night’s taste to be cotton mouth in the morning, and I won’t stop swallowing. I will take it with my pride, and hand my worries over to you on a silver platter and hope you know what do to with them. I want to throw trust at you like knives and to know they will never end up in my back. Because I love you, you idiot. And love is never pretty. But damn, you sure are pretty.
Sunday Best (via dare-you-to-love-me)

(Source: gimmeapetname)

deankeptthetrenchcoatintheimpala:

j0k3rjuni0r:

comewatchthecloudswithme:

coincidenceisallanythingeveris:

owlmylove:

being a teenage girl is so confusing like should i masturbate? should i steal my parent’s alcohol?? should i overthrow the government?????

all of the above

at the same time

In my head I saw an angry girl running around furiously masturbating with one hand holding a half empty bottle of vodka surrounded by the burning remains of the houses of parliament.

i’m waiting for art

futurefantastic:

battybatty:

Date a guy who opens your jars and wine bottles for you

"please. please stop opening all my jars and wine bottles. I’m not ready for them yet. you’re just letting it all go bad. my whole house smells like wine and pickles and I can’t live like this"