credit

cybernatings:

im crashing and i can’t go on any further

Tuesday, 22nd of April with 765 notes

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

—— This made me cry so much. (via psychognosis)
Monday, 21st of April with 197,815 notes

im like 99% sure this is my picture but it doesn’t look like it at all because it’s been black & white-d, flipped, and not credited

Monday, 10th of March with 6,908 notes
Saturday, 8th of March with 11,941 notes

marry me.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

marry me.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.

marry me.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
marry me.

—— Unknown  (via vehxt)
Saturday, 8th of March with 277,050 notes
❝ I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6. ❞
—— but you know, i still want grand gestures and flowers too  (via beatboxgoesthump)
Tuesday, 4th of March with 427,676 notes


Sex - The 1975
47,395 plays



❝ One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives. ❞
—— Beau Taplin, The Awful Truth (via nostomaniac)
Monday, 24th of February with 339,691 notes

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

Monday, 24th of February with 642,535 notes

fragiles:

i’m glad you exist

Sunday, 23rd of February with 210,457 notes
Anonymous asked:
how was your day :)

i’ve had this question in my ask box for a long time but i haven’t really had any good/interesting days worth answering it for.

today was long/interesting/weird to say the least, i kinda just need this here as a reminder.

❝ Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care. ❞
—— Matty Healy (the 1975)
Friday, 14th of February with 417,388 notes
Anonymous asked:
are the photos from your 356 raw or did you edit them? i am in love with the grainy texture and the vintage feel and i'd love to know how you do it! ps. what lens did you use in the last picture?

this is a really old question but nope they’re edited! i mainly edit using raw and then add some curves on photoshop. all my photos are taken with a 50mm f1.8!