1/2 braid head



"You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento. Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet. Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly. You live in my cavities. Empty spaces of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside me."


You are still here, you are still happy
You are still smiling and laughing 

You are still the only thing
and everything I need in my life 

When I am sad, oh god I am sad
but when I’m happy, I am happy 

and there’s just no place in-between
for us to meet




stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u


i wanna die but maybe something cool will happen so ill stay alive for now


people who put their relationship status in their bio :// come on son…..no one wants to get w/ ur wack ass anyway so relax


I have a picture of you and me in Brooklyn on a porch, it was raining. Hey, I remember that day and I miss you.

Stop The Fucking Car / Circa Survive

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
by Edvard Munch