May 2013
Anonymous asked: Only one person stood out. Though drowned in the flow of the people, she stood out. She had long, almost uncontrollable hair, seemingly forced to look tame. Her face, cute, small, perfect. Her bright eyes swimming above the freckles on her cheeks. She was so deliberate. On this day, the boy couldn’t help but stare. He stared at possibilities, at impossibility. She seemed unreal, too perfect...
My fingers told your skin things I wouldn’t let my mouth publish to the silence.
will you still love me when i'm suicidal?
writingsforwinter:
The first time I stood at the edge of a building
with the intent to jump off, he threw a blood orange
over the edge and forced me to watch it explode
into colorful pulpy innards on the pavement below,
until I no longer felt the desire to hear my own heart
make the same dull splat. See, after we went
skinny-dipping in Oklahoma two weeks later,
I put a stethoscope over my...
horny has become less of a mood for me and more of a personality trait
“We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become...”
– Libba Bray (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
distresssed asked: you're super nice C; have a great day
lordoftheinternet:
some thoughts are so private that you only share them with a therapist or 17,000 people on the internet
I'm just naturally funny because my life is a...
April 2013
