Passionate thinker. Introvert. Unicorn rider. Troublemaker. Music geek. Book nerd. Falls down alot.

Ghost

How does one turn sour

become as bitter as you?

Your truly so selfish, and

it is the reason I can’t bare to listen.

Your not my daddy and I am too old

for a babysitter.

Stop thinking I’m not just as free

as you.

I am.

FREE

To love and dream and laugh and cry

I’ve things inside you don’t know

mostly because you never try

and now I’ve nothing to believe in,

so why would I stay?

Hoping that one day

You’ll wish to find the 

key to my heart.

I think instead I will

walk out this door

at least it’s a start

because I need more

you can’t  ignore me 

if I am not here.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

Francesca Lia Block (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via profoundfuckery)

aseaofquotes:

Gayle Forman, Just One Day

aseaofquotes:

Gayle Forman, Just One Day

(via msfrannyglass)

Rules I Live By

1. Get Money

2. Spend Money

3. Stay Fly

4. Don’t Lie (unless it’s a damn good lie, and in that case, lie til the day you die.)

5. Never explain yourself

6. Defend the mentally ill and the weak

7. Don’t fight but never stop fighting

8.Keep calm and you control the universe

9. Go where angels fear to tread, for the Gods are with you

10. Wisdom starts with silence

11. Never settle for less than butterflies

Dark and radiant is how I roll….

Seven

~~ShE ThOugHt LovE wAs SuPPoSe To hUrT~~

I’d rather a thousand bullets blazing from a thousand guns

Than how I felt when you just left with no good-bye

Motel room filled with cigarette smoke that burned my lungs

Where I sat bleeding

My so called life a procrastinated suicide

I clawed at the bugs beneath my junkie skin

A lingering before the cold darkness

Relentlessly began her creeping

Her numbness to the pain of my gangrenous mind

The ghosts waltzed to the devil’s violin

I didn’t want it beautiful

I wanted a fucking tragedy

The day I went searching to make death look pretty

sb

Nail me to you. I will ride you like a nightmare.

Jeanette Winterson (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: kitty-en-classe, via zombiehammer)

And we’d sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the Earth and the windless October…

The Sound and The Fury (via self-reliantbastardchild)

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