1. The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
    – (via pale-afternoon)

    (via thegirlwithyellowhair)

    1 year ago  /  172,999 notes  /  Source: tanhu

  2. wh-reable:

mew

    wh-reable:

    mew

    (via int0blivi0n-deactivated20121230)

    1 year ago  /  60 notes

  3. (via yourspilledink)

    1 year ago  /  43,717 notes  /  Source: c-nt

  4. thegirlwithyellowhair:

    There could be a
    wave which swept
    away this heart

    and not even the
    tide would notice;

    let alone a single
    soul.

    1 year ago  /  3 notes  /  Source: thegirlwithyellowhair

  5. my perfect match…. <3

    my perfect match…. <3

    2 years ago  /  17 notes

  6. (via veyil-deactivated20130615)

    2 years ago  /  82 notes

  7. her-philosophy:

Featured in forthevoiceless

    her-philosophy:

    Featured in forthevoiceless

    (via herphilosophy)

    2 years ago  /  551 notes  /  Source: her-philosophy

  8. 12:17 am

    boxwineconnoisseur:

    no one else has a backpack on

    the lady wears my mother’s clothes
    and somehow makes them
    look desolate

    the bus driver shouts something
    colloquial? i don’t understand
    but i can tell she smokes

    the lady responds carefully ’cause
    they are Bus 54 friends
    she responds
    to keep the crazy down

    everyone’s knocking about
    facing onward 
    not out
    at their polyester faces 
    straight overcoats drugstore earrings

    i stare
    i am a camp kid
    big eyes and a branded t-shirt 

    you never seen a city before?

    (via boxwineconnoisseur-deactivated2)

    2 years ago  /  49 notes

  9. Youth.

    pianissimissimo:

    Young is

    the longing for whatever feels

    too distant.

    Young,

    the secretly planned chats on the stairway, a hint of a smile,

    the unfiltered

    undenied longing - the essence

    of youth.

    Young also

    the crying

    that is necessary

    same stairway, alone,

    still that burning

    for a truth that you constructed.

    There’s beauty even

    in stripping your innocence

    of its first coat.

    2 years ago  /  87 notes  /  Source: pianissimissimo