I just want to be loved and adored as much as I love and adore the rest of the world. I know I need a little bit more than that because I’m all mentally broken n shit, and I know that’s asking too much, but I need it. The saddest part is I know it will never happen. Which brings me to same question everyday, why the fuck am I alive. Would you keep using the same old broken coffee machine for the rest of your life? No, you’d throw that fucker away.

anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

I think the best moment in my life was when I was going to kick that guy’s ass on stage for touching that girl without her permission in our audience. I mean, like..I almost blacked out. I just saw it and I almost lost all conscious thought when I was singing. It was like I was possessed or something. I mean..how deluded are you as a man to think you can just claim ownership over a woman? This isn’t some kinky BDSM shit. This is your power hungry little dick acting out because you have issues.

Kurt Cobain (via whatevelyn)

(Source: talkingtodeadguys)

coachela:

animalist:

prostitubes:

stalit:

dysphorism:

takeasneakpeak:

This is my weakness

this is everyone’s weakness 

unf

every time i see this i reblog it

so I’m not alone ….. 


only a few minutes and I can finally stroke her like this again

coachela:

animalist:

prostitubes:

stalit:

dysphorism:

takeasneakpeak:

This is my weakness

this is everyone’s weakness 

unf

every time i see this i reblog it

so I’m not alone ….. 

only a few minutes and I can finally stroke her like this again

I wouldn’t treat you like a princess. We would enjoy a relationship of mutual respect. I would read books you told me to read, and suggest books back. We would then discuss them. I would appreciate you on an intellectual level. We wouldn’t have the most amazing sex of your life. But we would have romance. I would hide notes in places for you, some you might find when you are on your way to school, others you wouldn’t find for years. We wouldn’t live happily ever after. We would make the best out of what we had, and just know that being together is enough. I would kiss you deeply and passionately, and I would kiss you softly and sweetly, and I would kiss you quickly when you least expect it. I would lay in bed with you and talk about our future, and about our favourite breed of dog, and about our best childhood memories. I would watch you fall asleep, and whisper “I love you” in your ear. We would sit in the grass at the park, and just breathe the air. We would climb a mountain, and we would go to the beach, and we would go to a forest, but it wouldn’t matter where we went, or what we did, for we would be together.

I don’t know who originally wrote this, I found it as a draft in my email dated from September of 2011. But I’ve never found a piece where I felt I directly related to it more than this one. (via undeadlife)

(Source: notyour-concern)