Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

raised-from-the-grave:



Source: xx || Edited by: me

Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.

It has been a beautiful
fight.

Still
is

i-squirt-rainbows:

oh my fucking god i love this picture. this is amazing. hollyyy shit.

If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.

I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.
nyctaeus:

Yaakov Israel. Abandoned Water Park, Dead Sea, 2010

spermbanker:

sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage like… nice…….

(via aimersun)

I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
vulnerablx:

YES THANK YOU
aseaofquotes:

Neil Gaiman, American Gods
I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.
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