You were my “once upon a time,” but I wasn’t you “happily ever after.
If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down through the air and there’s a sickly moment of dark surprise.
I’ve showered so many times, but my bones aren’t pure.
It wasn’t until
I was out of my mind
that I noticed
the angry people spoke
with their hands,
the happy people spoke
with their eyes,
and the sad people
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
colors. (via se7enteenblack)
WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS GET OVER 100,000 NOTES I WAS DRUNK WHEN I WROTE THIS
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
You made low’s feel like abysses and high’s feel like skyscrapers and I always seem to be somewhere between flying and falling.