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my names jen. im fifteen and im in my second year of highschool. im from long island, new York. <3anthony<3
I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer

I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)

holy shit

(via bustedcherry)

lippbiterrweakly:

brianyoucheck:

look at this bullshit

why won’t someone just let me on stage.


I’m gonna be someone fucking great. I’m gonna love myself, in my own body, in all my forms. I will not depend on anyone but myself to pick me up when I’m down. I will not be used. I will not take things for granted. I will appreciate life.


My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered


Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

ocheano:

yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this 
- my story -

ocheano:

yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this 

- my story -


Something about the color of blood is so comforting


suppdel:

do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.


vogue-hearts:

when people ask what I see in you, I just smile and look away because I’m afraid if they knew they’d fall in love with you too.


This is it. This is the feeling I was so afraid of. It keeps playing over in my head. Again. Again. I’m stuck. I can’t take much more.


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