buttdrugs:

I feel the best and the worst of me
when I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror
to see lipstick smeared across my face
and my false eyelashes barely clinging on
to the glitter on my eyelids.
I feel the best and worst of me
wiping blackness from under my eyes
when I crawl back into bed with you
where you will kiss my forehead
and roll over to fall back asleep.
I feel the best and worst of me
not in the time I am with you or without you
but in the times we are separated 
by one wall, one block, one phone call.
When I’m walking to meet you at the bus station
and I can’t go fast enough
because you’re so close and I just want to hold you.
I can be far away from you and I can be with you
but I could never be able to look without touching.
I feel the best and worst of me constantly;
and I want either all of you or none of you. 

foxnewsofficial:

i’m not “scene” mom, i’m an arms race

(via pilllowtalk)

radiogrimshaw:

white lips pale face this aint a scene its an arms race 

(via liljonandtheeastsideboyz)

holyhearteyes:

1. I used to be freckle-faced. You told me that every single one was a kiss from a different angel; I spend a lot of my time wondering why they’ve all faded. Maybe they started fading as soon as I did. This isn’t about me.

2. I always wanted your handwriting so I’d spend hours trying to copy it. Eventually I quit trying because mine was never quite as beautiful. Nowadays every time I see your handwriting on the backs of old photographs or inside old Christmas cards and I can’t help but think about how unprecedented it is. How I rarely saw you write in anything but cursive, how the pen never seemed to lift from the page but ties each precious word together perfectly. 

3. If you can hear me I hope you forgive me. I hope you’re watching me type this and thinking about how much of a moron I am for even second guessing whether you’d forgive me or not. Goodbyes are hard, and I thought if I ignored it for long enough the problem would go away but you went away instead and I am so, so fucking sorry. 

4. You always wondered why I could laugh so much so loudly but I could never cry. It’s because I couldn’t bring myself to cry in front of you. You were fragile, I had to be strong enough for the both of us. If only you could see me now. 

5. I was staring at you lifeless and I said I’d write you letters and I don’t know why I said that but consider this the first of many. Some will be published for the whole wide world to see, some will be buried away inside a cluttered journal or buried in the sand in the city where you grew up. Just know I’ll write you even when I don’t want to, even when my hands are shaking and I’m weak and I’ll never ever stop.