1. There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
    for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.

    There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
    that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
    past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
    phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
    smoking cigarettes in the garage.

    There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
    fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
    with care.

    And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
    how to apologize for being
    one of them.

    Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via cactuslungs)
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  2. forever90s:

“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talking to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World

    forever90s:

    “Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talking to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World

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  3. kennakittymeow:

enolajay:

alcxhol:

johnnyhotboi:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

fuck

I love this so much

this is fucking perfect

"I had stars in my lungs but I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking to get you the fuck out of my throat." Fuck this was so good.

    kennakittymeow:

    enolajay:

    alcxhol:

    johnnyhotboi:

    ionicsky:

    extrasad:

    Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

    I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

    of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

    The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

    me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

    my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

    I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

    all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

    to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

    flowers growing at the bottoms of my

    stomach are dead. Apparently you  

    can’t water flowers with vodka.

    I had the sky in my veins but it’s

    been pretty fucking stormy since I

    ripped them open. I had planets 

    on the tip of my tongue but

    the debris from the shattered 

    remains of “us” have been

    crashing into them. I was

    everything. And then I met

    you and we were everything.

    Now you’re fucking some

    blonde girl who gets

    high all the time and

    I’m a fucking

    mess.

    this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

    fuck

    I love this so much

    this is fucking perfect

    "I had stars in my lungs but I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking to get you the fuck out of my throat."
    Fuck this was so good.

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  4. boyirl:

Eliza Bennett - A woman’s work is never done, 2011Using my own hand as a base material, I considered it a canvas upon which I stitched into the top layer of skin using thread to create the appearance of an incredibly work worn hand. By using the technique of embroidery, traditionally employed to represent femininity and applying it to the expression of it’s opposite, I hope to challenge the pre-conceived notion that ‘women’s work’ is light and easy. Aiming to represent the effects of hard work arising from employment in low paid ancillary jobs such as cleaning, caring, and catering, all traditionally considered to be ‘women’s work’.

    boyirl:

    Eliza Bennett - A woman’s work is never done, 2011

    Using my own hand as a base material, I considered it a canvas upon which I stitched into the top layer of skin using thread to create the appearance of an incredibly work worn hand. By using the technique of embroidery, traditionally employed to represent femininity and applying it to the expression of it’s opposite, I hope to challenge the pre-conceived notion that ‘women’s work’ is light and easy. Aiming to represent the effects of hard work arising from employment in low paid ancillary jobs such as cleaning, caring, and catering, all traditionally considered to be ‘women’s work’.

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  5. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
    something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)
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  6. godotal:

    Anatomy of Cartoon Characters - by Michael Paulus

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  7. I wish I wasn’t such a freak. I shouldn’t want to get married and settle down with someone at 19. I should want to go and party and have random meaningless sex with multiple partners. What is wrong with me? :/

  8. I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
    Charles Bukowski
    (via sad-plath)
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  9. Some people say homosexuality is a sin. It’s not. God is perfectly cool with it, God feels the exact same way about homosexuality that God feels about heterosexuality. Now you might say, ‘Whoa, slow down. You move too fast. How could you have the audacity, the temerity, to speak on behalf of God?’ Exactly, that’s an excellent point and I pray that you remember it.
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  10. [Tate] loves Violet and that’s a great thing…that’s a really great thing. But he’s also a psychotic murderer and you can’t really love people like that ‘cause they’re dangerous and they need help. Ya know, steer clear of that. But look for a guy who loves you like Tate loves Violet.
    Evan Peters (Tampa Comic Con Panel)

    Reblogging forever 😍😍😍😍😍😍

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