“Hold the fuck up.” I say. I am the fuck up. Please hold me.
(via grandtheftcanoe)
(Source: jessicaisme, via livefree-carefree)
(Source: katharinaste, via livefree-carefree)
What I say: “I’m touch-starved.”
What you think I mean: “I need a hug.”
What I truly mean: “I need someone to platonically lie across me with their full weight, crushing my body and providing deep pressure until my errant soul is reabsorbed into my flesh. Also, a hug would be nice.”
(via the-story-s0-lame)
“When your sky’s falling take my hand and hold it, you don’t have to be alone. I won’t let you go.”— J. Morrison (via imstrongenoughalone)
it’s cold
and lately i’ve been feeling tired
of everyone i know
and i’m positive that’s it obvious
that every time i’m out i want to go home
and every time i’m home i feel so alone
i can’t expect to sit and wait around to die
for the rest of my life
because that isn’t me
i’m feeling like i am stuck
in between
(via grandtheftcanoe)
(Source: declinate)
Stuck between wanting my nipples heart shaped+pierced and not having nipples at all. Idk dudes. It’s a constant back and forth honestly
cat brains are so small but they fit so much bastard into them
(via dogsandtoasterovens)
