Posted 6 hours ago

You are the friend that listens, the one they all run to when their hearts have become a minefield. You know about their mothers and fathers and their bad habits and what time of the night they have difficulty falling asleep. They don’t even know your middle name, your favorite color. You don’t complain.

You are the one pulling splinters out of everyone else. You pick up all of the pieces when they fall at your feet, you sew them up and kiss their knees and become their backbone. You don’t share your sadness because you think they already have too much.

You don’t see. You are stitching up their faces and drying their tears and your skin is cracking right in front of them. You are carrying their bones and breaking as you do it.

Don’t be afraid to let people know you are also human. Your sadness is as real as theirs and you can still love everyone while being sad, you can. You should. But you need to love yourself, too. You are soft and sensitive to the needs of others, but please, please, please, show yourself the same gentleness that you give so selflessly away.

To all the quiet, kind people, Scarlette La Vaillante (via scarlettethewriter)
Posted 7 hours ago

1337tattoos:

Stephanie Soulexpression

Posted 11 hours ago

piercethetrench:

BMTH throwing shade at Epitaph

Posted 12 hours ago
When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.
Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via yesdarlingido)

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Posted 12 hours ago

c1504:

Whenever I need motivation I just google Gordon Ramsey 

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Posted 12 hours ago
It’s better to know and be disappointed than to never know and always wonder.
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Posted 12 hours ago

Won’t you tread the lake and bring me home again?

Won’t you tread the lake and bring me home again?

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Posted 12 hours ago
Posted 12 hours ago
awomanontheverge:

life-is-fiction:

theinternetghostshavetakenover:


golgothasghirahim:

basstrip:

whoa

what omg

the english language, everyone

This hit me like a brick

And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.

And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently. 

awomanontheverge:

life-is-fiction:

theinternetghostshavetakenover:

golgothasghirahim:

basstrip:

whoa

what omg

the english language, everyone

This hit me like a brick

And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.

And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently. 

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Posted 12 hours ago