Falling To Pieces
these-times-shall-pass:

relatable posts here
scntrx:
I wish someone would have told me when I was younger that it was okay to stand up for myself once in a while.
c.k. (via we-dont-own-our-heavens)
You messaged me out of the blue.
I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
“Hey.”
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,
Always.
FRS, Yes we met on tumblr, no she wasn’t a fifty year old man. (via larmoyante)
scntrx:
I take these pills, to make me thin,
I dye my hair, and cut my skin…
(via notes-from-a-dead-girl)
I’m so sick of collapsing to my knees and screaming the songs that make me think about you
I’m sorry I wasn’t better and I’m sorry I was too much to handle
I’m sorry I wasn’t enough and I’m sorry I was so far away
I’m sorry I pushed you away and I’m sorry I made you leave me
I’m sorry
(via fortiituude)
Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?
Unknown (via larmoyante)
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.
I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
I hope
you never
regret me.
5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)