Your name is on
The tip of my tongue
And no
I haven’t forgotten you
I just can’t
Spit it out


While holding on to someone who doesnt give a shit


While holding on to someone who doesnt give a shit

It’s 12 at midnight and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how every atom of my soul felt that afternoon when you pressed your lips against mine. It was as if galaxies grew inside my chest and every broken piece in my soul was put together. And we kissed till our lips burned and we kissed till there was no breath left and we kissed till laughter oozed out of your heart and I remember I smiled. I smiled because you laughed and goddamn there’s nothing better than the taste of laughter. I remember feeling safe. Your hands were the bed and your chest was the pillow, you lips were my comfort and your heart was my home. Every time you wrapped your arms around me it felt like nothing could go wrong. It felt like there was a universe in my body instead of just an off beat heart and broken ribs . It felt like the sky was blue again. It felt like you were under my skin and for that moment I wasn’t rubbing myself to stop the chills from rising. Oh that day baby you kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. And for a moment not being able to breathe felt right. I touched you. My naked heart was so close to your naked heart that I could feel it dancing towards me. Oh you hugged me so tight and you whispered in my ears in that voice of yours that could make flowers grow. You whispered that you loved me and you apologised for everytime you fucked up. And you hugged me tighter and we spooned and I fit into you so perfectly and you said you’d never leave. And I believed you. For once it felt like you were gonna stay. So I gave up the idea of being without you.

But fucking hell you left. And maybe a part of me knew but it still hurt you know?
So I’m guessing things change, feelings fade and people move on. What once meant the world turns into a little speck of dirt. And now it’s 12 at midnight and you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you. Or what we could have been.

Mahi Roy @fuckttractive (

(via metalhearted)

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman Cover)
Sam Smith
Radio 1 Live Lounge


This is my favorite thing ever. 

What a cool dude. :]



do you ever just wonder what the tumblr workers think of us

we think you’re all a bunch of idiots

(via sniffing)

How do you survive?

You just do.
There is no other choice,
no other viable options.

You throw yourself into it,
head first
and make a mess along the way.
Gain a few too many scars,
break some things,
mend others.

you find yourself with
a couple of friends
and a few precious tools.

You just have to.
You will.

Michelle K., How Do You Recover? pt. 7 (via the-healing-nest)

(via recoveryisbeautiful)

You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.

Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

(via workoutlivelove)


identical twins have so much power tbh last year my lab partner steve came in with pierced ears and everyone was like whoa steve when did u get them pierced and he was like i’ve had them for 3 years. i’m not steve. and he just sat down and started taking notes. the next day steve came in and was like did u guys see my brother jake yesterday lmao we switched schools

(via sincerelymady)


VISA was doing a campaign today

(via crystallized-teardrops)


you’re brushing your teeth when suddenly your mint toothpaste tastes like eggs. do you

a)  power through and continue brushing
b)  wash your mouth out
c)  go to your fridge and get out the eggs and bite one to see if it tastes minty

(via crystallized-teardrops)