radiogrimshaw:

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

(via liljonandtheeastsideboyz)

thankyousosa:

janelwritespoetry:

you never really
know someone
until you’ve read
what they write
at 3 am when
loneliness
consumes them
but does not 
destroy them

(via polarbearsonrollerblades)

flowerette:

i quite like myself
slouched over a television with a broken remote,
pale skin alive with glowing colours  
at 3:33 in the morning

i think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingers

i feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty window

i am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
all alone
while i consider driving into a tree

i am very happy with who i am 

(via 499kb)

wherehavemyshoesgone:

The rain pelts against my window,

and the scene dares not stir-

the hour seems to grow weary,

and the morning wants to come-

and though the house is quiet,

I throw open the glass and ask- 

“Who is it?”

but the rain has no answer

and the thunder echoes back.

(via ameliajunex)

flatsound:

it’s 1:30am
and i’m searching
desperately
for the reassurance
that i love you
for any other reason
than the painful realization
that i can’t have you

(via extortion)

I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
but mostly,
most sincerely,
I am afraid of
being completely
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.

(via )

m3ow-for-peace:

I really hate when I put food in the microwave and it starts popping and making explosive noises so I check it and it’s freezing cold like why you gotta play me like that

(via matchesandpropane)