Coffee, Rain, Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, The Mayans, Ancient Aliens, Besty Johnson,Rings, Blowpops, skittles, long hair, red hair, knee high socks, Fashion, Frank ocean, the model world, London, 1950's clothing style, grunge clothing, black nail polish, anything cute and fluffy, anything science related, reading,NASA,cigarettes, My best friend, Maryjane, Heels, Beach Hats, New York City, and anyone who can put up with my shit.
"It’s a new era in fashion - there are no rules. It’s all about the individual and personal style, wearing high-end, low-end, classic labels, and up-and-coming designers all together."
Edward Scissorhands, 1990
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
— Unknown (via bittersweetn0things)
I use humor to cover up the fact that I want to jump off a bridge
I’ve let a lot of things go.
A lot of people.
A lot of hobbies.
A lot small things that made my soul sing.
I don’t know if it’s because I got older or because I let the bitterness swallow me whole.
I just know that it burns.
It burns the insides of me, leaving scars
Scared tissues that will never be the same. Tissue that now looks so different.
I wish I was seventeen again.
I wish I could go back in time.
I wish I could save myself.
I wish I could rewind and fix everything I said. Everything I did.
I don’t think I’m a great person, but I know I’m better then what I was back then.
I wish I would have made my mom smile more.
Or encouraged my parents to stay together.
I wish I didn’t have sucha broken home,
Or a need to feel numb to my feelings.
I wish I didn’t runaway from everything that scares me.
I love the world and the beauty in it. I’ve just seen so much ugly, hatred, and loneliness that it makes my heart stop.
It’s 8:12 in the morning, I haven’t slept, haven’t ate, my best friend is past out next to me and all I can think of is life.
Is this what normal people think about?
Or the lovers and manic-depressed?
How do you save yourself when you are your own worst enemy?
How do you save you, from you?
Sometimes I pretend you loved me.
— Finalmelancholy (via finalmelancholy)
Guess, all I wanted to do was show you I was worth loving. However, instead of proving to you I was worth loving, I lost love for myself. That, is the ultimate lost.
I want to say I’ve always been in love.
In love with something or someone.
It’s like I have so much love,
I don’t know what to do with it.
So much love that it’s built up inside me
And there’s no way for me to let it out.
I waste my love on people and things
That will never love me back.
I guess, in my sick mind,
That’s okay right?
Because somewhere even further back,
Is telling me it’s not.
It’s not okay.
You should love people and things,
That love you with such intensity back.
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
"Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then." — Angelina Jolie