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my-teen-quote:

relatable quotes on your dash
anamorphosis-and-isolate:

"You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You’re sensitive, then you turn into an asshole." ― Fight Club (1999)
sick-kids-in-happy-homes:

deadvibes:

killing-caitlyn:


A Schizophrenic suicide.

things don’t always get to me but this got to me

 make the voices stop 

I dont have this disorder but this is just, wow
jahxjah:

endpositive:




Tupac holding his middle finger high after being shot.

One of the dopest photo’s i ever seen.

the realest. RIP.

if you don’t reblog this you deserve to be shot by Tupac’s ghost.

tupac ain’t dead
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare Caitlin Moran (via falltospring)

(Source: artvevo, via universul)

24875 wishes

vulgarizer:

relhavant:

”It’s funny how i thoughtI was good at hiding myfellings, but then strangersstarted asking me what waswrong and why I looked sotired and that’s when I realized you didn’t care enough to notice”By: Simone // creakz


vulgar yet sweet
inhrtswake:

confictus:

ignorantarts:


you’ll regret me like the tattoos on your skin3.18.14

DEEP

OH MY GOD

ouch 
kushandwizdom:

ThisLoveQuote
fl0wer-b0y:

autumnbones:

this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.

Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.


Fuck man imagine what was going through their heads.