evanescent life
just another girl who likes poetry, art, and vodka. you're lovely
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i write poetry because my heart bleeds ink and
my hands shake fire, i’ve never written a poem
about hurricanes or thunder, only your soul and
how you called me wallflower, at first i thought
the records that you played were meant to be
heard through the tempo of your soul, but only
when you left did i realize that pain tastes like
strawberry milk at 5 AM when you’re sitting on
sidewalk in black underwear and cigarette burns
on your tongue like bee stings, and when i visit
you in Hell, I hope you tell Satan I’ve come to be
your bride, so i can write another poem about
the way you chewed the words “God is a prison”

— my sister eats acid  (via irynka)

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Lemony Snicket’s short letters for his dead ex-fiancee written in his books “A Series of Unfortunate Events”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry what is happening.

(via night-people)

(via paranoid)


im waaaaYyyy taller than my boyf 


im waaaaYyyy taller than my boyf 

(via ppolishprincess)




do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

Calm down John Green

'do not fall in love with people like me'

don’t worry i won’t

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I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.

— (via goghst)

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The Neighbourhood

—Say My Name/ Cry Me A River


The Neighbourhood // Say My Name & Cry Me A River mashup

(via awiccanfromdetroit)


"The Seattle Police Department (SPD) released 35 new photos from the scene of Kurt Cobain’s suicide on Thursday. The photos, which are nearly 20 years old, were only recently developed, as the original 35mm film had been stored in a police vault this entire time.”  

Full Story

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I love the way her breathing changes as soon as I touch her body.

— Unknown (via mystiquel)

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omg i dident even see her hand moving till i stared at it


omg i dident even see her hand moving till i stared at it

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I need a hug or 6 shots of vodka

(via idcperfect)