I’m here Jess. I’m always here.

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I’m here Jess. I’m always here.

jasminedarling:

He was a skater goat, he said see you later, goat.

(Source: babygoatsandfriends, via elphabaoftheopera)

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jasminedarling:

He was a skater goat, he said see you later, goat.

(Source: babygoatsandfriends, via elphabaoftheopera)

(Source: emilianadarling, via pizza)

"I weep at everything, I emote. I love things so much, I just never want to dilute that."

(Source: chrisevansweb, via the-fault-in-our-wifi)

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"I weep at everything, I emote. I love things so much, I just never want to dilute that."

(Source: chrisevansweb, via the-fault-in-our-wifi)

gayanthi03:

Rosie Spaughton watching Pocahontas

roseellendix princessrosalindiwanttopoophere

(via cashewdeala)

sprinkleofglitr:

I don’t even like cereal but this makes me SO happy. 

(Source: imforeverjustyours, via ishiphartbigwaytoomuch)

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sprinkleofglitr:

I don’t even like cereal but this makes me SO happy. 

(Source: imforeverjustyours, via ishiphartbigwaytoomuch)

I Once Dated A Writer and

ofheightsandhollows:

Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
.
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

(via moats-andboats-andwaterfalls)

(Source: worshipgifs, via hartbigcanon)

yoncehaunted:

When an old post randomly starts getting a ton of notes

image

(via phobias)

toastoat:

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

(via crystallized-teardrops)

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toastoat:

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

(via crystallized-teardrops)

Ready or not

I breathe,
My chest calm,
I am steady

My heart races,
But my feet stay,
I am still

My muscles tense,
I stand tall,
I am strong

This time I am a mountain.

You lash and howl
Beat and scrape
Shove, Shove, Shove.

my breaths hitch
arms ache
stomach drops
i crumble

my walls shatter
each individual shard
scraping, cutting, digging

you break the skin
and in return
my mouth bleeds in ink.

I erupt in words unsaid,
Hot and heavy, thick and seething.

This time I am not a mountain,
I am a volcano.



I hardly ever post anything of my own, especially not poetry. But lately I’ve been going through some things and… I just felt like it. Don’t know why.

veryhartistic:

Have I ever told you guys about one of my ultimate weaknesses?

Timestamp: 1406758720

veryhartistic:

Have I ever told you guys about one of my ultimate weaknesses?