I'm guns and roses I've got a taste for destruction.
*m,l.mann
-xo

peniscruncher:

dusknoirs:

who was the asshole that decided tattoos looked unprofessional 

the generation that did is dying out so don’t worry

therailz:

when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it

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tylerknott:

“I am so weary,
and I need to rest awhile,
I need your calm now.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott

"Beneath all these ribs
beats the most stubborn of hearts.
All the beats are yours.”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
"Pull closed the zipper,
and grab tight all your luggage,
the road is calling.”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
"all those venomous memories drowned me”
— (via yoursixwordstory)
"My pride is stronger than my feelings. Don’t try to play me. I could think of you 24/7 and you still wouldn’t hear from me.”
— (via paigechanel4)
"It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.”

(via candor-thoughts)

Fuck this is so accurate

(via loveandothersuchthings)

dannydino11:

rollin-in:

legalmexican:

hugging me from behind and kissing my neck at the same time is a good way to melt my heart

Or make me lose my pants

Or both.

boyirl:

"how can i expect anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be alone"

by Cody Rocko

"All things are not equal, but
yes I’m hungry. My heart is
hungry. I don’t know how to
explain the thing I’m searching
for, I just know I haven’t
found it. I want to hold a hand,
but it’s not just about the
holding, it’s about the hand
and not all hands are equal.
Maybe I’m crazy for waiting
but I just want to still be
starving when I find my
person, so they’re the one I
fill myself up on.”
Rebeka Anne, hunger strike (via anneisrestless)
"You,
my dear,
are that place
between
heaven
and hell.”

A Story A Day #269 // ten-word-story #39 by Ming D. Liu

(via mingdliu)

"My personal definition of ‘beautiful’ is exhibiting an identity. I am so intrigued and drawn to people who know exactly who they are, who know what they want, who live life on their own terms. And that can be anything - it’s not defined by ‘wear less makeup’ or ‘try a nice red lip’ or ‘walk with your shoulders back’. It’s about embracing your identity.”
— Taylor Swift on her own interpretation of what beauty means in the Nashville Lifestyle. (via swlft)
"

you want to be
bold ink, ripped jeans,
tell-all diary,
you want to be someone different,
someone new
but
everyone always
forgets about you.

you’re a mixture of everyone you want to be
but you fall short:
you are bleeding lips, bruised knees.

you tried to write your own definition once
and just gave
up.

just who are you,
my love?

and will you ever
be enough?

C16H10N2O2: Part 7/9 in a series // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
"Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept.”
— David Berman, ”Self Portrait at 28” (via oofpoetry)
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