You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
― (You’re so last summer)

(Source: tbhalone)

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No, you are not GOING natural darling, you are returning to it. Welcome back to divinity.
― Something I overheard whilst in my mother’s hair salon (via rhythmms)

(Source: 2am-poetry)

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zanetehaiden:

Yes mother I have slept for thirteen hours straight but Jesus slept for three days straight and started a religion so I don’t wanna hear it

(Source: zanetheaiden)

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Spinning, shooting, shattered star,
Is it lonely where you are?
Is there a comet in your heart?
Have you turned your absence into art?

Sighing, shining, splintered star,
Once so near and now so far,
Is there moonlight in your hair?
Do you close your eyes to stare?

Fading, fading, faded star,
You are still my favourite scar,
Screaming out into the night
Reflecting back the darkest light

Precious, precious, precious star
I keep your light inside a jar
Are you a stranger here on Earth?
Are you the measure of your worth?

Twinkle, twinkle, fallen star
What if love is all we are?

― Iain Thomas, ”Intentional Dissonance” (via petrichour)
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turklet:

i currently have a crush on 94 people at the same time 

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You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
― Sarah Kay, from “The Type”  (via floricawild)

(Source: burningtulle)

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