i hate when ppl make fun of me for trying 2 be positive and spread good vibes like fuck your bitter ass i spent a good portion of my short life being bitter and angry and suicidal if i wanna shoot sunshine out of my ass then i fuckin will
His hands shake something furious,
and you don’t know how to stop them,
don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover,
or if there’s even a difference anymore.
His shadow dances with yours
in the streetlights;
your darkness has found a kindred spirit,
but you are still trying
to take the fear from his mouth.
Demons and angels are at war inside of him,
and you swear to love every single one,
swear to love him wicked,
swear to love him holy.
He is licking prayers
he stopped believing
into your mouth;
if you thought kissing him
would save him,
you were dead wrong.
|—||Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster (via starredsoul)|
|—||Warsan Shire (via seabois)|
|—||Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
most stylish senpai and kohai award goes to
shout out to the kids and adults who have memory problems, who get yelled and screamed at by their families for not remembering things
or over-remembering. remembering things no one else seems to remember but still having blankets of empty in their memory and wondering why they can’t remember chunks of things or why their timelines are all off
oh my god i thought i was alone