posted on October 20th 2014 at 8:49 via red-supremacy © phuonguyenx3 with 1,437 notes -- reblog

"Every revolutionary idea seems to evoke three stages of reaction. They may be summed up by the phrases:
(1) It’s completely impossible.
(2) It’s possible, but it’s not worth doing.
(3) I said it was a good idea all along."

—Arthur C. Clarke (via wordsnquotes)

posted on October 20th 2014 at 7:45 via patereius © wordsnquotes with 93 notes -- reblog

"You ripped out my heart, and I apologized for getting blood on your shirt."

—(257/365) by (DS)

posted on October 20th 2014 at 6:41 via murderesque © little-miss-tragedy with 4,314 notes -- reblog

jfc tumblr. how fucking stupid can you get.
bitching about people using new and unique styles for their posts?
complaining about header and footer images?
are you fucking kidding me.
god. i hate this fucking website sometimes. bitch if someone’s fucking their dog and they post about that.
but post formatting. seriously. are you goddamn fucking shitting me.
i’m going to become an alcoholic because of tumblr i fucking swear to the powers that might be.

posted on October 20th 2014 at 6:41 with 4 notes -- reblog

posted on October 20th 2014 at 6:38 via kiraahachi © bushidocaps with 213 notes -- reblog

"I’m scared as hell to want you. But here I am, wanting you anyway."

—(via inficiio)

posted on October 20th 2014 at 5:38 via murderesque © gracefully-found with 307,246 notes -- reblog

"I love you. For now. Forever."

posted on October 20th 2014 at 4:34 via spookoyotestarrk © yoursixwordstory with 405 notes -- reblog

"I believe pain breeds wolves
and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones
so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves."

—Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

posted on October 20th 2014 at 3:41 via grishildr © maza-dohta with 8,462 notes -- reblog

"I think one of the worst feelings in the world, right behind heart break, is that disgustingly empty feeling you get, right after you spill your heart out and lay all your cards on the table. Right after you get the courage to say everything you have been feeling and be completely and recklessly honest. Its that feeling you get right after you risk everything, and he just walks away. Because then you realize that you just lost. You lost everything you didn’t even know you had when you said “What do I have to lose?"

posted on October 20th 2014 at 3:30 via sanctum-flore © with 1,139 notes -- reblog

i don’t want ( apologies )
i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood
i want my name on your lipsbegging:

                     —————-     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.

posted on October 20th 2014 at 3:30 via viewtokill © tomuse with 999 notes -- reblog

"We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost."

—Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front (via youarethegreenwonderofjune)

Title: Slept So Long
Artist: Jay Gordon
Played: 3339 times

posted on October 20th 2014 at 1:23 via immortalcorrupter © books-rome-weirdness with 505 notes -- reblog

                           close your eyes,
                                                 imagine they are holding you.

                                                          will you ever find the words again?

posted on October 20th 2014 at 12:19 via corruptionofheart with 5 notes -- reblog

"Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead."

—Hans Christian Andersen (via observando)

posted on October 20th 2014 at 11:15 via mixuchi © observando with 1,786 notes -- reblog


i want to write relationships that are complicated.

i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances. 

i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them 'this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.' 

i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it. 

i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say 'yeah you're being an asshole' followed by 'but i still love you, you idiot.'

i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.

i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.

i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass. 

but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.

that’s what i want.

posted on October 20th 2014 at 10:11 via flashbang-x © peachxs with 2,569 notes -- reblog