freshsprince:

i love that book the fault in our wallflowers

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Tuesday, February 11 with 234,106 notes

My touch can start brush fires.
My fingers are erect matchsticks,
the kind your mother warned about.

My petaled lips spark against yours
like flint against steel.

My volatile breath, an overcast of smoke
creeping from the belly of my throat.

My twisted tongue douses your chalky skin
with fuel, a gasoline spreading to your logged limbs.

I leave your organs to curdle,
and by morning glow,
you’re nothing but a burn victim.



Kayla Hollatz - The girl on fire. 
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Sunday, February 2 with 1,227 notes

snapchatting:

"why are you crying" "i’m just so proud of my sims"

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Sunday, February 2 with 42,224 notes

postllimit:

why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”

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Friday, January 31 with 355,221 notes
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963 (via seaarching)

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Friday, January 31 with 7,332 notes