How do I stop eating for comfort?
I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this...– Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via ha—neul)
Describe me the way an author would in a book
behrsy: send me more of these. be honest. I like them a lot.
beyonces-butt: I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair
I was broken the first day I fell in love made up of spring blooms and teen heart songs I gave the world such precious babes still beating, still pulsing through poisoned air by filthy words and touches I was told to accept Foul play was never pure intention it never touches hearts crumbling instead, dry ice in viens colder than the frosts on late crops you left it through summers,...
undesired-pageblood: emotionalfossil: bubonickitten: 0ptimuspenguin: ambieheartsturtlep0rn: capitolresident: Let’s play a game called ‘Stay up late and hate myself in the morning’ ‘on a school night’ edition with unlockable bonus round ‘finals week’ expansion pack: ‘don’t do anything productive’ DLC: ‘Client Projects Edt’ Survival Mode: Parents ON
Three out of five of my teachers decided to have huge tests tomorrow. I just don’t fucking want to.
We laugh in self-defense.: Nine Stories →
josmarie: I think if you loan an attractive boy your favorite book and he never says anything about the way the words flow in and out of sentences like a metronome tuned to your heartbeat and he never speaks to the truth and solace you found page after page and he has nothing to say about…