Lying to myself that I’m not as vulnerable as I thought I am in this horrible situation whereby my life is falling apart. But I am. Acting all tough and undefeatable, when in fact I’m as fragile as a breakaway glass. Little things causing a deep cut in my already so lifeless body.
Why can’t you be nice to me?
have you ever just wanted to kiss someone so hard that you start ripping off both your clothes
"And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you."
— (via lieandsneak)
(Source: lntroductions, via pmtaylorrrr)
"Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart."
— This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
(Source: anitaspallenberg, via anjunamanda)
i never really liked
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you write it in frosting
on top of a cake
(Source: your-scallywag, via waterforchocolate)