Some days my heart beats so fast my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad track and my breath is a train I just can’t catch.
Andrea Gibson (via theworldismadeofwords)
Scribble if you cannot write, and watch the scribbles turn to words, turn to sentences, turn to stanzas, turn to poetry. You are poetry…so bleed.
~Kevin Stock (Advice given to another earlier today)




do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals

it’s called makeup

you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

(Source: langleav)


Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.


how do i achieve immortality and perfect eyebrows

(Source: elliecyrah)

I am not thinking
I feel like my head
is twist-turned
upside down and
my insides are
trying to get out.

c.b. You mess me up (via a1ign)

If my mouth gave my heart the chance to speak, it would still say the same thing.. Even my heart is at a loss for words.

Press your mouth against mine, I’ll breathe in the words my own heart sings for you, and we can finish our song together.

First part by blacquebird

Second part by giraffevader

(via giraffevader)

but as God says,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much

Charles Bukowski, Burning In Water Drowing In Flame (via introspectivepoet)
You can only be put back together, when you conquer what tore you apart.
William Chapman (via aestheticintrovert)
I almost thought you needed me back.
7 word story (via fragile-diamonds)
'Why don't you let people see the good in you?'
‘Because when people see good, they expect good, and I don’t wanna live up to people’s expectations.’

Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries (via plectro)


have you ever met people who are so pathetic that you just want to save them from themselves