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

bostonice:

patricebergys:

Words from Shawn Thornton after finding out he won’t play for the Bruins next year

brb im crying

Do you ever just meet one person

and at first it is awkward

then you start talking

and its like

“holy crap where have you been all my life”

"You
are the only
person you
need to be
good enough
for.”
— 5:43 p.m. (You’re already good enough for everyone else)

Track: You Stole

Artist: Brand New

Album: Daisy

Plays: 17,499

Well, I wish that I was as good as you
Caring and trusting
And I wish that my condition was new
But I’m old and rusting

poryqon:

if you dont eat the pizza crust you are weak and natural selection is coming for you

"Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.”

Unknown (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

(via thelovenotebook)

Hmmmm maybe I’ll get my Smiley done?
Smiley or Septum?
Both? Both. Both sounds good. I think?

Thoughts?

recoveryisbeautiful:

Touché Amoré - Condolences (x)

I’m reblogging this, not as an upsetting thing… but because this line of the song always got to me and it really is true. I’ve been there before and it’s safe to talk to me if you ever need someone. You’re not alone.

"And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again.”
— (via dostoyevska)

sinfulyearning:

Bending you over the table at the end of a long day and burying myself deep.

"

I am in love with a boy
who ripped me apart
to keep himself warm.

We open ourselves like thick oak doorways,
draw out the welcome mats
with years of dust and dirt ingrained.
My eyes are windows,
he pulls the shades shut.
Everyone carries around something
ancient baggage
but my hands are cracked and swollen
from the weight.

Silly women
are always working so hard
at lessening themselves.
Silly men
are always working so hard
at owning them.

But I was not unlocked.
My name was never ‘Home’.

Michelle K., He Named Me ‘Home’. (via michellekpoems)
"Today my anxiety feels like an
over-filled balloon in my stomach,
like everything’s about to burst.
Today it feels like all my insides
have wings and want to get away.
My heart is the only wingless thing,
and that’s only because it’s running
in hiccup beats against my chest.
Today everything is a roller coaster,
except it’s all fall and no loops and
no stopping. Today my belly has
that sinking feeling of seeing your
crush kissing another mouth, except
the feeling never ends.”
anne, anxiety (via anneisrestless)

Rugby Canada order placed and shipping confirmation received.
Should be here later this week.
Weeoooo yay! 

:D

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