lyrics-and-music:

All Signs Point To Lauderdale // A Day To Remember

(via contribute--to-the--chaos)

deeplifequotes:

“Don’t compare yourself with other people, compare yourself with who you were yesterday.”

— Jordan Peterson

(Source: deeplifequotes, via contribute--to-the--chaos)

earthcomet:

Tomorrow is really another 24 hrs huh

(via ruinedchildhood)

late-nights-and-daydreams:

“I wasn’t made for this world. There’s no love for me here.”

If I’d never existed in the first place, I wouldn’t need to deal with how often I wish for death ( @late-nights-and-daydreams )

(via poeticpines)

eli0tknight:

“It’s hard to explain the fickleness of the human emotion; one moment you’re on top of the clouds, in another you’re lying on the ocean floor with the weight of the entire water on your chest; sometimes I get so irritated I want to scratch my own skin off, and sometimes I want to set my own house ablaze. There are times I’m crying without reason- my throat double its size from the knot inside, and sometimes I find myself laughing at the air itself. The worst part of it all is that there are no external factors involved, nor any situation; just me and my madness at each other’s throats, sometimes embracing, sometimes making love, and sometimes huddled together in a corner shy from the world.”

— Eliot Knight

(via thewaythe-night-hides-scars)

eli0tknight:

“I was so desperate to be understood that I would grab people and shove them inside my heart- where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time I felt anything.”

— Eliot Knight

(via thewaythe-night-hides-scars)

oofpoetry:

“we return to each other in waves. this is how water loves.”

— nayyirah waheed, from nejma

(via thewaythe-night-hides-scars)

momentarilyhere:

Say hello to Mia!!

(via mostlycatsmostly)

just want to be loved in the way I love everyone else..

love feeling like no one gives a fuck

smoke-and-pomegranates:

kinda feel like I need to go outside and be absorbed by fog or somethin. become one with the creatures in the mist. become the physical manifestation of the sound the highway makes in the distance. be my own liminal space. self care, yknow

(Source: sea-soaked-sand, via hoeneybee)