vssfu:

(via wezy)

coral:

I sit here and tell myself that I gotta move on, that I need to start making myself happy, that you truly don’t matter and that I can be without you. Then I fall asleep and dream of you, wake up in sweats, wake up in tears and it’s like everything I told myself is forgotton.

(via uptional)

uptional:

“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via coral)

(via uptional)

imsoofuckingsad:

*absolutely nothing happens* 

wow this is giving me a lot of anxiety 

(via stonedbologna710)

hood-pussy:

forestfairey:

feathered-dragoness:

dragonofenergie:

“Why do you flinch so hard?”

Maybe there was a time when someone wasn’t kidding when they swung at me.

yup. right up there with “why do you get so panicky when people raise their voice?” 

This.

Or why are you such a prude? I barely even touched you?
Maybe I didn’t have a choice the last time someone put their hands on me.

(via s-unflowerrss)