I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. (via seabelle) Monday Sep 1 @ 01:02am

knuffelvos:

wear your war paint

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your war paint and kick ass

Sunday Aug 31 @ 11:46pm
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Messy thoughts, messy hair, messy life. Six Word Story by P.P. - oceanflowerbird (via perfect) Sunday Aug 31 @ 10:10pm
I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon. Rachel Wolchin (via youlooklikesomethingblooming) Sunday Aug 31 @ 09:52pm
I become attached to people I shouldn’t. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate being lonely. P.P.  (via bluebrrry) Sunday Aug 31 @ 09:47pm
You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you learn to love by loving. Anatole France (via onlinecounsellingcollege) Sunday Aug 31 @ 09:47pm
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 floydlawtons) Sunday Aug 31 @ 06:24pm
You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond. (via mindless-andraa) Sunday Aug 31 @ 06:17pm
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