I hope you see this

sojournoflavrie:

But you mightve forgotten thers a desney.

Lately I miss you a lot. So much I forget why it is I can’t talk to you.

Forget were a loaded gun.

I saw you today I think… I hope it wasn’t you. But then again I hope it is.

And I hope this helps me to not make a fool of myself =/

amilliblogs:

thatsmoderatelyraven:

sandwich stacker was the best game ever omfg

yoooooooooooooo i’m such a loser. i swear i use to play this game like every single day. 

MOTHERFUCKING YESSSSSSSSS 

amilliblogs: I hate this post. Real men like women for who they are. NO… actually the FACT is  men like women based on what they look like. their behavior is what drives them away after a while. Yet they will make the same mistake again and again.

amilliblogs:

I hate this post. Real men like women for who they are.

NO… actually the FACT is  men like women based on what they look like. their behavior is what drives them away after a while. Yet they will make the same mistake again and again.

(Source: fre3spirits)

Objective Eyes

I wish I had the eyes you had for me. 

Open. Loving. 

There’s something comforting about this accent

Being alone didn’t mean incomplete. 

but we emptied the side of us that was filled with happiness and content

to fit you- a love. thats what it always felt like. 

I don’t need it…

but it sounds like it would be fun

then we got used to the emptiness. and being alone meant lonliness. 

(via cellophanetheories)

Aa….. Alcoholics anonymous [no it means text]

I was reading something I wrote the other day. Its still full of life and still jumps off the page and wraps its hands around your throat. 

Still stops the breathing for a few seconds. 

lmao funny thought: Compose Jazz XD 

funnier thought: my work- writing is jazz. Beautiful, melodious, incomparable, original, yet there is no form, and it doesn’t follow any rules. 

Anything thats inspired is jazz basically. but I will just own this for a moment 

But back to my work… I still feel like its sacred. and that I must hide it in my secret chamber in my heart, lest it becomes something commercial. But at the same time I want others to know how I felt. But thats the root of all my problems.. I tell everyone too much =/

when I’m pretending to be beautiful

when I’m pretending to be beautiful

i wasn’t horny.. then this

i wasn’t horny.. then this

(Source: somewherebeautifulwhenidie, via goddesshere)

just balance, man

when you stop smiling uncontrolably or almost bawling your eyes out of system of a down- mother fucking system, and goddam karina it means one thing… 

I think thats what it was all about anyway. Why waste my time on someone I can get  over? because those are the great loves the ones that no matter how mcuh you try you just can’t get over. the ones that should ever happen. 

im afraid i’ve loved enough. that maybe i won’t find love one day because I don’t want it… =/