©
nevver:

Where can I put them?
Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.
by Ten Word Poem #6  (via jesussbabymomma)

(Source: poemsbysmm, via pinexbliss)

Stop acting so fucking wounded. The only person that can pick you up, push back your shoulders, wipe the tears, mend the broken bones, and get you out of your slump is you. Now go and live,
there is so much to be happy about.
by (via rvspberryheroin)

(Source: cudah, via pinexbliss)

screams:

my blog will make you horny :p
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
by (via br0ku)

(Source: somethingbeyond, via pinexbliss)

beneviolentskytreader:

"Creation"

would you even believe me if i told you that this was originally supposed to be my self portrait? of course you wouldn’t. 

(via severedheadsandtornuphearts)

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.
by Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via petrichour)

(via jessicaguo)