Believe, Achieve, Love, Breathe.

"Even Castles made of sand fall into the sea, eventually"
-Jimi Hendrix

trvstno1:

No I’m not smiling at you I’m smiling at your dog don’t look at me

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weaselmittens:

Blood type: $$$

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"

perhaps i will find you in pages,
or in songs and poems,
written and spoken, sung by others;

maybe you will meet me again
one day
in the things we shared and loved.

i would like to think your ghost
rests and lingers in the stories
we shared past midnight.

"
"jonathan" by typical treatment. (15 may 2014)

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"There are not
enough words
buried in the
rubble of this
skin to build
homes made
of all the things
I want to say
to you."
i feel like i am standing on the edge of a cliff all the time, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

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Love Was You

dontcryitsonlymike:

Love was you
and love was me
a costly game
we thought was free
we learned
the truth eventually

Love was you
and always you
and everything
we never knew
and all the dreams
that won’t come true

Love was you
when you were there
then love became
a vacant  stare
and we both traded
I don’t care

Love was you
and only you
yet sometimes love
is painful too
now love lives on
but there’s no you

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"

Do not be ashamed
of experience, bad or
good.

This life is far too
short to worry about
that one night

when the lights could
not turn on and the
candles all

burned out; this world
is far too vast to fall
asleep thinking

of the things you
have done wrong.

"
laugh it off, listen to your favorite music ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

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"

I thought you held
fire in your palms
because you walked through a door
and all i could think was
“oh god oh fuck
i’m already gone”

and sometimes i look at you and
there are somehow too many words
inside of me while at the same time
not a single one seems strong enough
so i end up just mumbling or staring or
kissing you,
hard
and you always laugh in that way you have
that sounds like you’re spilling over with joy
and you ask me “where did that come from”
even though every good thing i have ever done
has come from you

and sometimes i get tangled in the bad stuff and
our palms disconnect and i usually end up
crying in your lap about something small that happened
and you end up having to babysit your little
walking time bomb
yet again
and i always end up feeling bad about making you
put up with that and we always end up
somewhere on the interstate where i beg you
“please find someone who can actually make you
feel good”
and you always end up saying something like
“please stop asking me to cut myself in two”

i’m sorry i’m so much trouble. i just
don’t think
i deserve you.

"
Me and my girlfriend just had a fight.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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