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Can anyone else not wait until Fall so they can return to dressing in clothes that they actually like?

(via lesbian-a-la-mode)

Drunk packing. Why do I own so muchhh shit?

Why did I think drinking would make this easier…

Why are there fruit flies everywhere.


(Source: danasbrain, via five-one-two)

"Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all."

— E.B., Self advice (via young-wanderer)

(Source: loveless-people, via loveyourchaos)


Claude Monet Details; 22.4.14

(Source: boysbander)

Nothing feels okay

Not a single thing. 

Everything feels wildly up in the air in a way that is not only unsettling, but also unsafe. 

Why is there nothing to ground me? How did I get here? I am an existential mess. 

(Source: to-terrapin, via mobscenity)


Batty Patch


Batty Patch


(via beautilation)

(Source: damn-am-rude, via sodapunx)

Trying to figure out what will make my insides feel less like they are collapsing. 

Don’t want happy, don’t need happy. Would just like my innards intact, ya know? 

I think I’ll put on pants and go for a walk. The sky is nice, maybe that will help.

"Only (softly, fiercely)
the stars shining. Here,
in the room, the bedroom.
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.

Louise Glück, ”Stars,” from The Seven Ages  (via dehaahn)

(Source: Ifveniceissinking, via leadencirclesdissolve)