what is

me   those things       

stick your thumb out to me, and i'll take you wherever you need to go.

kels — aerialist — life enthusiast

September 1, 2014 at 3:45am
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Reblogged from ohsatsune

We were something, but we weren’t nothing, and that meant we could be anything.

—  jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

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Reblogged from lipgallugher

They had it comin’ all along. ’Cause if they used us and they abused us. How could they tell us that we were wrong?

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August 31, 2014 at 6:01pm
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Reblogged from inkonapagepoetry

She does not have to love you.
There is no rule that she must laugh at every one or your jokes.
She will not spend every moment dreaming of you.

She does not have to worship you.
This is a world with freedom of religion.
It is her choice alone.

She does not have to revolve around you.
She is not the earth, and you are not the sun.
It is not in her being for her heart to beat for you.

She does not have to obey you.
You are not her overlord.
She has thoughts of her own.
She will defy you with every bone in her body.

She does not have the freedom to do any of this.
You keep it from her.
She fights tooth and claw to regain it.

One day, she will achieve everything.
She will love you, and she will hate you, and she will do it of her own will.
She will scream it from the rooftops until her voice gives out.


— (via inkonapagepoetry)

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August 30, 2014 at 10:22am
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Reblogged from pureblyss

We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.

— Brené Brown, Daring Greatly (via thoughtsforbees)

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August 29, 2014 at 9:12pm
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Reblogged from witheredshadesofsoul



You didn’t break
my heart, you
can’t fracture

you fucking
tore it apart

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If you tell someone who is depressed that they can come to you whenever they need to,

yet you turn them away/ignore their cries for help,

you are a shit stain on the underwear of society.

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Reblogged from phyxiated

You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.

— 4:26am
7/1/14 (via everfleeting)

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Reblogged from whispersofstardust

I will not be your “sometimes”.

— Six Word Story #2 (via whispersofstardust)

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August 28, 2014 at 11:43pm
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Reblogged from hush-syrup

get up. because death is not
an alternative. because this is what you do.
air like soup, move. door, hallway, room.
pants, socks, shoes. sweater. coat. cold.
wish you were a bird. remember you
are not you, now. you are you
a year from now. how does that
woman walk? she is not sick or sad.
doesn’t even remember today.

— From Survival Poem #17 by Marty McConnell (via hush-syrup)

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Reblogged from bekkethatsall

I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life.

— Unknown  (via intensional)

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Reblogged from wordsnquotes

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via wordsnquotes)

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I miss you so much I have to talk about you to fill the void.

I’m the only one not sick of hearing your name.

— krn

August 27, 2014 at 9:14pm
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Reblogged from letscrywolf


You saw him today, after praying some act of God would cause you not to. He looked at you like he knew that you left home too soon. Like you’d just burned all your journals, but he, with the cold hands, still wanted to love you.  

But you’ve stopped watering the plants and he’s still sick of feeling

whatever it is he’s feeling because of you.

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Reblogged from ee-something


feeling fucking

my failure
for a while.

feel the fever.
hold a howl.
you’re a demon;
you’re a doll.

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