Hangin’ out  Down the street

They’re so fucking baked



Hangin’ out
Down the street

They’re so fucking baked

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avoiding responsibilities like


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Yo its’ okay if you’re a white girl who likes Uggs and spray tans and pop music and instagramming your Starbucks. Don’t let tumblr make you think for one minute that liking things like that makes you inferior.

Same goes for if you’re a hipster trans mexican/japanese Pizza Underground enthusiast with a hello kitty neck tattoo.

If you’re not hurting anyone, you be you. There’s nothing wrong with that.


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(Source: story-dj)

I didn’t know that loving you
meant I didn’t get to love myself.
But my favorite dress fits better
than the smile you said
was supposed to be for me.
And my lipstick has better places
to be than on your teeth.
And whoever loves you next,
I hope they come dressed in iron,
carrying their hearts
in the cage of their hands.
I hope they fight you for it.
I hope they know better
than letting you win.

Knight in Shining, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

But superglue wasn’t strong enough to hold me together after he left, and a plaster cast didn’t fix the way my bones shattered when I saw him kissing girls that weren’t me. I think what I’m trying to say is some things can’t be fixed after they have been broken and I am one of them.

It’s hopeless (via dumbdaisies)

You don’t trust me and I don’t
blame you. I tried teaching you
that playing with fire is fun if
you remember to blow it out in
the morning but you woke up
with burnt hands and decided
it wasn’t worth the risk. I carry
matches in my pocket. I’m a
person-sized candle wick so
now you’ll only see me in the
daylight. I don’t miss the way
you used to light up my skin,
but the night is the only time
your heart comes undone and
I miss that exposed honesty.

anne, my voice has always been full of smoke. I understand why you want to stay away. (via anneisrestless)

if you want to know
what type of
he is
listen to how
he talks
about other women
cause he could
hold you in his lap
and be soft
but if he is
bitter to them
that man could feed
you sugar and
douse you in rose water
but that still
could not
make him sweet

the difference by rupi kaur (via rupikaur)

…to speak the truth gives
the illusion of freedom.

Louise Glück, from Legend (via violentwavesofemotion)

The darker the skies,
the brighter the stars.

(171/365) by (DS)

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds 1899  (via quotes-shape-us)