Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like

— addiction (via pillsand-coffee)

Mon, 28th Jul — 65,694 notes
Sat, 26th Jul — 14,368 notes
fuschian:

QD
Sat, 26th Jul — 7,510 notes
She’s sweet, but she’s fucked-up.

Rushmore (1998) Dir. Wes Anderson (via skippingthewitches)

Fri, 25th Jul — 65,760 notes
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Thu, 24th Jul — 13 notes
magnificentlyobsessed:

Mary Louise Parker
Wed, 23rd Jul — 494 notes

Wed, 23rd Jul — 610 notes
I keep filling my hands with hips and skin and hair and none of them belong to you. Dear god, I miss you like 
empty walls and quiet car rides; everything feels wrong. You can’t come back and I can’t stop calling other men by your name.

— from the beautiful anneisrestless (via convulsingxpulses)

Wed, 23rd Jul — 506 notes
" My Heartstrings throb like Harp Strings…" -Isaiah 16:11

I know how to play with instruments of emotion
by feel, soaking my hands into the core of men
and pulling at their heartstrings, stringing them
along until they become entangled in betrayal.

Maybe it’s because I’m heartless.
After all, I didn’t even have the heart
to tell my ex that I never really loved
him as much as his deep infatuation
for me still to this day leads him to
believe: the idea that one day he will
marry me.

Maybe it’s because I’m just too selfish.
Too selfish to cut off my feet and place
them in another person’s shoes to see
what it’s really like to go the extra mile
for someone, your best friend, the one
whom you love but whom only thinks
of you as nothing more than a friend.
That distribution of appreciation will
always be unequal,
can never be repaid.

Or maybe I crushed their flimsy little instruments
just so that they wouldn’t get a chance to break
mine first.

Mon, 21st Jul — 6 notes
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.

— Sade Harrison  (via sexual-feelings)

Mon, 21st Jul — 176,887 notes