Alaskan Upperclassmen

Cool babies, strange but not a stranger.

she promised me she would never do cocaine
come to think of it, they all did

Well I’m just hungover and embarrassed

“Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’”

—    Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via hate)

(Source: katamarang, via they-call-me-slim-sagey)

CUTE BOYS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

“y’all, I can’t hear anyone talk about love without thinking plane crash,
locked door,
every face acquire of heartache,
costumes of loss,
trumpet voices in the second line,
marching band out of my funeral home heart
y’all what i learned about grief
I learned in a winter in New Orleans,
nights that would drive the city,
end up by some massive body of water,
stop at the shoreline and stare the beast in it’s face
and it didn’t give a shit how loud I screamed
it roared back louder
if there is anything that breaking like a wave has taught me,
that grief has curb stomped into my teeth,
it is that when love leaves it doesn’t always shut the shotgun door on it’s way out
y’all the last time I left my heart wide open the hurricane in me got so bad
that the slamming of that stupid screen door kept me up for months
I kept pouring out all of my insides
I couldn’t see the shore line until I looked straight at it and said
“stupid door, you’re so fucking loud, would you quit it already?”
y’all I didn’t know the carpenters in my heart until I needed them
I swear to god my best friend called me every single morning for three months straight
just to make sure that I was still alive
because sometimes that is the hardest thing to do
just stay alive in this zombie heart planet
people walking around pretending to exist
it looks so goddamn easy to play along
but listen for the people with the upturned palms whispering
here take my sweater it’s fucking freezing out there
you compass, you waterfall smile, you umbrella chest, you grand canyon elbows
you deserve to make it home
ignore all of the radio signal static, lost signal hearts
when all you want are directions back to the lighthouse where your own love lives
through this goddamn sea storm
keep swimming
the lighthouse it is there and it is worth it
that kind of love only stays when it has to
and it stays every single time y’all
my mama folded laundry in the hospital that I was born in
so that I wouldn’t first see the world as some back road barn in Oregon
I come from a heart made from sturdy hands, a heart made to set sail,
ride the waves, keep swimming, the storm -
it is always thick it is always loud,
the road it is always small it is always quiet, it is a warm you have to get used to
it is a ship made from everyone that told you they loved you and stayed
when your heart slammed shut so loud you could not say it back
y’all, sometimes I am so spilling over with feelings
I have to lock myself in my bedroom, turn the lights off, pull the blankets up over my head
so that I don’t explode out all of my insides
I am boiling over, I am full, I am fragile
I am terrified to say that y’all,
I break like a fever, like a bad habit y’all
I break like a windshield, I break like a wave y’all
sometimes, love doesn’t stay
but motherfuck when it does it is worth every person that ever told you that you are not enough
every fire extinguisher mouth that tried to put your love’s honest flame out
that confused your birthday candle kiss, your firecracker mouth for some blazing forest, for some torched chapel
let them run out of you like a house up in flames
they are not the first, they will not be the last
pull the fire alarm, let it rain”

—   

Desireé Dallagiacomo, “I Break Like A Fever”

(via the-sundancekids)

indolentdays:

Desiree Dallagiacomo - I Break Like A Fever
Just listen.

toyota:

The 11th commandment

toyota:

The 11th commandment

(Source: mrgolightly, via cuddle-or-fuck)

exteriors:

i am the almost empty shampoo bottle in the shower of life

(via earth-angel-x)

blackfashion:

"All Dolled Up, and Still No Likes." by André Jones
IG: WhoIsAndreJones
6887.tumblr.com

blackfashion:

"All Dolled Up, and Still No Likes." by André Jones

IG: WhoIsAndreJones

6887.tumblr.com

(via theonlystarshining)

edwardspoonhands:

justthenewkid:

nuggetxnicole:

Kids React To: The sudden realization of their own mortality

even the baby’s a little shook up by the end

This small human has internalized the inexorable march of time far better than I have.

(Source: lolgifs.net, via youveaintseenmecrazyyet)

red-lipstick:

Milo Manara aka Maurilio Manara (b. 1945, Lüsen, Italy) - Section of Comic Strip      Drawings: Pen + Ink

red-lipstick:

Milo Manara aka Maurilio Manara (b. 1945, Lüsen, Italy) - Section of Comic Strip      Drawings: Pen + Ink

(Source: milomanara.it, via covermeinbruises)

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness”

—   Katherine Henson (via psych-facts)

(via shes-a-raindrop)