If I have to ask for your attention, then I don’t even want it. Unknown (via golddiggerr) Mar 23rd / 277,917 notes †
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The “monday” is not your problem..


The “monday” is not your problem..

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Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

Haiku on Perspective 
(via deprincession) Feb 16th / 304,474 notes †
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets (via moonsulk)

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Feb 16th / 72,316 notes †

Click for all types of gifs! (You won’t regret it) ♡


Click for all types of gifs! (You won’t regret it) 

Feb 16th / 87,144 notes †

college in a nutshell


college in a nutshell


college in a nutshell

Feb 16th / 209,044 notes †
have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained  (via tortuouspassions) Feb 16th / 98,151 notes †


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