no none understands how scared I am of losing someone close to me. I’m fortunate to not have yet, but my heart cannot handle that.

My mother put me in ballet when I was two years old so I could learn to stop falling over when I ran too fast. In grade school we learned about the warm orbs we call family, but never what to do when they crack open and the contents slip through your fingers. In church they taught me that sex was always between two people that loved each other, but not that love was not love with a hand around your throat and bruises under your eyes. No one ever teaches you how to still the electricity in your chest the night your best friend tells you that there’s a fire inside him telling him to burn himself, or where to start looking when he disappears for three hours. When he comes home from the hospital with scars on his skin and a bottle of pills, you will sit in his driveway with tears running down your face and ask his mother, “Why can’t you save anyone? No matter how hard you try?” And you will both stare at the stars because no one ever taught her what the answers were either. We are all still bloodying our skin from running too fast.
― julia lavalley (steadies.tumblr.com)

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He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?
― (via paintdeath)

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crockercrocs:

sir-laughsalot:

laughoutloudrightnow:

pizzaforpresident:

have you ever seen a chicken strip

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There are two kinds of people in this world.

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Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
― (via black-cigar)

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bewbin:

thefinestlad:

bewbin:

I just slept for 15 hours what I miss?

This dick

oh thank god i thought i missed something big