When Bae has no chill

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What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.

—   Emery Allen  (via psychedeliknights)

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This is the only rule you need

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Someone come do this with me

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Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

—   something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

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I'm leaving. I'm done.



I’m leaving. I’m done. Well, it’s not so much “me” that’s leaving or done as it is my soul that’s going away for a bit. I know, a lot of this might sound hippy dippy as hell, but it’s been a really difficult month so far, with this week being arguably the worst week of a very bad year. This…


I’m very alone and very content with the fact.

&& not the kind of solitude that yearns for company. 

Rather the kind that thrives in it.