*punches hole through casket* i forgot to clear my history
(via abifailshamesbury)
well son, a blog is formed when your loneliness and your narcissism fall in love with each other
(Source: doglets, via thestarkinthetardis)
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
written by Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via seabois)
written by Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via seabois)
(via softlysparkling)
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
written by Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via rosettes)
written by Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via rosettes)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via rosettes)
how about instead of “all body types are beautiful” we say “beauty is extremely subjective and fleeting and doesn’t determine your worth and you don’t owe attractiveness to anyone so why don’t you focus on something important like being a worthwhile human being”
(via grrrlfever)
