I never wanted you to belong to me anyway.
You are not a possession. You’re a plague.

@10 hours ago

Waxahatchee - Swan Dive - Cerulean Salt (2013)

Waxahatchee

Won’t you sleep with me every night for a week?
Won’t you just let me pretend this is the love I need?
And I will grow out of all the empty words I often speak
And you will be depleted, but much better off without me

You hold on to the past, you make yourself miserable
And I’m ruled by seasons and sadness that’s inexplicable
And we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get
And I’ll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret

(Source: indietunes)

@11 hours ago with 456 note and 5189 play

chandra75:

George Takei,

You rule. 

(via brionnamorrissey)

@6 days ago with 137549 notes

alibuttons:

Crying hysterically.

Me. This is me. This is my fucking spirit animal.

(Source: lovelife, via ndtyallknowme)

@1 week ago with 80513 notes

Me

(Source: mostlycatsmostly, via littleghosts)

@1 week ago with 166084 notes

truehiphopculture:

Lauryn Hill // Doo Wop (That Thing) 

Who remembers Lauryn teaching us 

@2 weeks ago with 1171 note and 3973 play

sarcasticsymphony:

"It’s way too late,
to be this locked inside ourselves.
The trouble is,
that you’re in love with someone else.”

@3 weeks ago with 1028 note and 4641 play

“I’m one who seriously hates human life and would kill again.” - Aileen Wuornos

“I’m one who seriously hates human life and would kill again.” - Aileen Wuornos

(Source: tedbunny, via fuckingdeadb0dies)

@3 weeks ago with 2347 notes
BY NOW IT’S JUST THE THREE OF US:
ME.
YOUR SHADOW.
YOUR ECHO.


I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT I’VE EVER FELT ANY MORE ALONE.
@10 hours ago
I can blend in with my surroundings.

I can blend in with my surroundings.

@3 days ago with 2 notes
#pale #jet black hair #fringe #bangs #neck dermal #one sided double nostril #pale blog 

paperboy:

The National - About Today

@6 days ago with 887 note and 6501 play

I won’t be happy without you.
And you alone are to blame, building bridges instead of walls. I travelled miles across them. Weak and tired: burdened by this ambiguity I was meant to carry, crutches rife with woodworm you provided—rotten. Battered and bruised, you left me behind to limp blindly across these bridges. You turn around to watch. You want to know which would crumble first: me, or your bridges.
I stop. And I jump instead.
You always said I was unpredictable. Did you see that coming?

@1 week ago

cuddlecouch:

Rocket - Goldfrapp

@2 weeks ago with 76 note and 60 play
sadgirl2003:

2003
@3 weeks ago with 2809 notes

(Source: les-nocturnes)

@3 weeks ago with 131 note and 821 play