its-a-kitten:
@12 hours ago with 1195 notes

His dad just died. And I’ve done nothing but message him tonight about him having a girlfriend. I wasn’t rude, was just trying to figure out if it was true.
But fuck. Talk about bad timing.
I feel horrible now.

@1 day ago with 1 note
#me 

http://the-writing-writer-wrote.tumblr.com/post/92399599959/overwhelmington-its-officially-fire-season-and 

overwhelmington:

IT’S OFFICIALLY FIRE SEASON AND THE FORECAST
IS SCHEDULED FOR LIGHTNING STORMS

I once tongue kissed the ashes of New York city
and it tasted a bit like you, babe,
dirty and hot and alive.

I’ve never been this fucked up before
you said, and I laughed,
You wanted…

@1 day ago with 60 notes

HE’S GOT A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND.
What a cunt.

@1 day ago
#me 

escapekit:

The Last Billboard

A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand. 

you can follow its tumblr here. 

(via pah11)

@2 days ago with 110272 notes

"

see what people don’t get
is that you can be doing okay for
days weeks months
and all it takes is one word, one look,
one wrong thing
and suddenly your body becomes an avalanche,
you become a disaster zone and
winter retakes your soul

and girls like me, we walk around with caution tape around
our fingers, with hearts so heavy that our arms
are sick of dragging them along with us, we are
cities that are constantly in danger
of being set on fire
i mean what if your own mind was the reason
you couldn’t sleep
what if you woke up this morning because your brain was
talking too loudly, what if the only time you feel
good about yourself
is when you feel
empty

and boys like me and people like me and
rabbit-hearted lovers who just want to feel
the morning sun
without wondering if we should start our workouts now, who
just want to hug our families again without
worrying they’ll notice we reek of our own
disappointment,
who just want to go to our friend’s house without
turning down every food offered only to
offend her:
we are so afraid of what will happen -
of what does happen -
when we slip for a second and our control
goes spiraling
so we give into every word the voices in our head
are saying, we give up our thick hair
we give up our strong bones, we give up
calling this body
our home
in search of an image that’s been
sold to us so strongly
we’d give up our everything
just to feel
wanted

and broken little human beings like me
we live like tornadoes and too-calm seas,
trapped in a horrific dance between
a beautiful and inspiring recovery and
opening our windows just to feel
the breeze and finding ourselves
stepping out on that ledge,
a deeper hunger in our hearts
than anyone ever sees: this
odd and sudden need
to just become a brittle white
chalk outline
to paint these empty streets.

"

For the person who requested a poem about how addicting eating disorders can be. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
@3 days ago with 1980 notes
the-maddabber:

white-wid0w:

fuck me


Right
@22 hours ago with 7101 notes

(Source: coolstoryfuckface, via mi-xtape)

@1 day ago with 464 notes

fucked-up-fairytale:

I have permanent scars because of you and you’ll never know

(via broken-from-memories)

@1 day ago with 1032 notes

On my birthday, k.p.k

On my birthday, k.p.k

(via itseating-mea1ive)

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