oh my god, my whole childhood in a post
those fucking chip holders i forgot they even existed omg
(Source: girl-with-the-brown-eyes, via terber)
there are dreams remaining
on the edges of my fingertips,
the ones you pressed into each
inch of my skin. I cannot seem
to rid myself of you, for every time
I close my eyes, it is your hand I see
resting on the inside of my thigh,
and it is your kiss that my lips crave.
I do not know how to say goodbye
to our better days.
"I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life."
- (via youngfolksociety)
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"I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much."
- Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street
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You ever needed to feel fresh air against your skin? To stay sane and what not?
"A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do."
- Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You (via buttercupsss)
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"It takes a certain level of maturity to know that love does not always equate with a healthy relationship."
- Natasha Eubanks (via sexual-feelings)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via raw-r-evolution)
"You have to keep choosing recovery, over and over and over again. You have to make that choice 5-6 times each day. You have to make that choice even when you really don’t want to. It’s not a single choice, and it’s not easy."
- 'What It Means To Choose Recovery' (via sociolab)
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