Bananas in pajamas

spookwithabrew:

Halloween Ideas

spookwithabrew:

Halloween Ideas

1922 reblog


7922 reblog


Walk Through Hell by Say Anything

radtracks:

walk through hell // say anything

and they hunt you
and they gut you
and you give in

3489 reblog 13,221 plays

expllcit:

countsassula:

i love getting kissed on the forehead so much it’s like they’re saying “hey i’m gonna show you affection but i’m not trying to get anything out of this, i just want you to feel happy” 

it’s in words

177794 reblog

problackgirl:

"real men dont rape" actually, real men do rape. they do. men rape. it isn’t done by ~fake mythical special brand of evil~ men, it’s done by real men, men who may seem nice, men who you think you can trust, men you know, men who you’re close to. real men do rape. that’s the problem

12058 reblog


307 reblog


64 reblog


4 reblog


9655 reblog

tasteless-bracelets:

the smiths helped me so much

tasteless-bracelets:

the smiths helped me so much

58941 reblog

Today, I ripped you from my mouth
like the bitterest apology I’ve ever given.
I washed you off of my skin, watched the last of you
disappear down the shower drain.
Today, I made a choice
not to set fire to the person I was when you loved me,
not to burn myself to the ground
just to see if you’d come running to the flames.
Today, I stared down the morning until my eyes
burned like suns.
I left the house.
I wore a black dress that hugged my hips
like they would never have to apologize
for their vastness again.
I tore you from my hands, picked the splinters out
with a pair of tweezers, one by one.
I wore red lipstick and stained all my coffee cups with
my own mouth.
I looked in mirrors and smiled.
I walked to the park and
cried watching baby ducklings follow their mother
into the water for the first time.
I got drunk with my friends and didn’t bring
you up once.
I danced under the streetlights and kissed a stranger
who tasted nothing like you.
I went home alone and slept for twelve hours.
I didn’t see you painted on the
inside of my eyelids like the ceiling of
an abandoned cathedral.
I didn’t break a single dish in my house.
I showered until all the hot water was gone
and, my God, I was so brave,
to keep going without you.
To dig through the layers of you
and find myself glowing,
no longer the moth, but the light, itself.
I was so brave to get left by you
and not fall to pieces.
to get left by you and not fall at all.
Caitlyn Siehl, Left (via alonesomes)
3022 reblog

octobra:

sorry mom you’ve hit ask limit

467027 reblog

timothydrakes:

Why Did I Do That?: A novel by me, with special guest appearances by several alcoholic beverages

95597 reblog


5604 reblog

Did a short hair thing

Did a short hair thing

7 reblog