(Source: slanze, via kerr)

wednesday-o:

songless:

zygoats:

im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am

I relate to this v much.

this but also because I’m vain

(via everyonedies)

"Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care."

Matty Healy (the 1975)

(Source: hightydes, via fierrrrrrce)

alfadraumar:

My grandmother always said that it wasn’t true death, but slumber.

(Source: chickenshit, via fuckinqwicked)

"What doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive."

jaclcfrost:

jaclcfrost:

[inhales] [exhales] [looks out into the sunset] the sweet smell of not being in secondary school

[remembers that i have no idea what i want to do for my future] [continues to stare out into the sunset] shit

(via imdrowningoutatsea)

catsbeaversandducks:

Her name is Chloe Luella and she thinks everything is the worst thing.

Photos/captions by ©Chloe Luella

(via imdrowningoutatsea)

ink-smudged:

He worships her like she’s Sunday

-naomi (ink-smudged)

(via imdrowningoutatsea)

"I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? Or are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge now a days. You only see a person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as if can and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay, that I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s recently become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me. No one will ever know me and sometimes that scares me, because no one will ever know why I am the way I am."

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