I don't know what I'm doing.
"Dear You,
I am not certain if you recall, but I remember a time when you called me “baby” in your low hum of a morning voice. A time when you promised me that “forever” was a word not far from our vocabulary. You fell in love with a writer, and I warned you about this. I romanticize my heartbreaks, and my sadness on account of your leaving. I am not writing this letter in order to blame you for what happened, because I certainly would not have handled me very well either, but perhaps you once saw a sparkle in my insanity, a spark in my electricity that you believed you could seek out and explode with, causing one electric current we could both swim together. I am sorry for how things ended, though I would not change a thing. You taught me how to fall for someone, how to break down every cell in my body for another person’s happiness, how to prove love everyday, how to take everything personally, how to get hurt, and most importantly, how to heal. So I thank you for that. I am writing you this at 1:00 pm, and I’m sitting in the well-lit kitchen drinking the iced tea you used to love, trapped inside of the body which you once shared those same feelings for. I understand that our one-year anniversary of not speaking is arising and you have probably forgotten how it tastes to speak my name, but I felt it only proper to reach out. So, whenever it is you read this letter, know you are probably on my mind.
Sincerely,
Me"


me to you letters, vol I (via gwegg)

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"

I am not like other people.
I am burning in hell.

The hell of myself.

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Charles Bukowski (via larmoyante)

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lady-dixon:

Nicki Minaj is actually one of my favorite people.

I watched like 5 minutes of American Idol, and this kid was….not so good. While everyone else was laughing at him, she comforted him, told him to come to the desk and held his hand as she told him that even though singing might not be his forte, he could do so much because he’s young and full of life. And has a lot of guts going on the show. Then she gave him a hug.

Seriously I don’t understand how people hate her????

(via forgave)

javeliner:

think about the concept of a library. that’s one thing that humanity didn’t fuck up. we did a good thing when we made libraries

(via trust)

"If you’re gonna bail, bail early. This applies to relationships, college classes, and sledding,"


Advice from my high school science teacher, Mr. Miller (via mumfordslionheart)

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"Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either."


tallulahblues:

I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via bledd-out)