i really need my follower count to go back up :(

I wrote this about a day ago. The mind works different when the heart is broken.

Currently trying to rebuild my account.

flatsound:

i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field 

He will appreciate everything you didn’t. He will appreciate my laugh and the way my glasses fall down my face. He will appreciate my love for simpleness. He will appreciate every singer I adore, and every poem I write. He will appreciate how much I do for him. He is doing everything you didn’t- so it must be him. He must be the one. I don’t know why for so long I tried to convince myself that it was you.

the part of me that’s accepting

Now my jaw is clenching and tears are filling my eyes. But I won’t let them out. Why? Because that would give you power over me. And I refuse to let you control me even after you’ve left me.

the part of me that’s angry

You sucked every ounce of innocence from my soul.

the part of me that’s angry

xandrachantal:

people who carry their groceries home on public transportation are stronger than any marine

elizarumm:

one-time-i-dreamt:

A girl I liked convinced me to stab a man, so I did. Felt guilty for a bit, then promptly forgot about it and walked around with the murder weapon for a couple of hours, going about my business, walking my dog. Eventually I was cornered by a plainclothes police officer who asked me why I had a bloody knife; I told him I was looking after it for my bogan cousin. He said, “You’re under arrest,” and I was like,, “No, I’m not, watch this,” and then I woke up.

that’s a goddamned power move