raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a boy
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
|—||Some things are better left unsaid. (via fawun)|
so what happened to me?
If we lived in a garden,
I’d be the weed amongst the roses. (via thequiethearttalks)
One of my good friends did a shoot with my ugly ass last week and they turned out great! Check out her work it’s awesome, refuse-2-conform.tumblr.com
Found this while cleaning my room from a while back.
“youve spit out all the wisdom of your tooth
we all know we
i’m 80% coffee 20% brand new lyrics