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ink-ception:

FUCKS SAKE

donaldsterlingsshriveledpenis:

You know how many times I’ve called my mom a bitch or a hoe in my life?

Not one goddamn time what the fuck is wrong with these kids

evilfeminist:

 I’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men

“If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.”

(via kleemoney)

malformalady:

El Calvario Cemetary in Xela, Guatemala

malformalady:

El Calvario Cemetary in Xela, Guatemala

edrockbells:

i am that person who constantly jiggles their leg i’m s orry

“That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.”

(via iamcharliesangel)

but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against
mine

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
again
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

Growing Up (via extrasad)