lu-ci-da:

I used to think I was strong.
I don’t know when I became so weak,
Crumbling like dry cheese,
Growing vulnerability and letting things look bleak.

I guess it may have been
I started possessing things I’m scared to lose,
I started feeling easily destroyed,
Watching things leave in ones and twos.

I love the way you smile,
But I feel like my love is so meek.
How will I fulfill your dreams,
Be everything you seek?

a.j.h.

(via laughcentre)

fonzworthcutlass:

hashtagdion:

he is becoming self aware

“why must I be like that? why must I chase the cat?”

(via itsagifnotagif)

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

kitfisto:

shrimppunk:

kitfisto:

need to get on the slenderman diet

nothing but sweet pickle relish baby

how long till my fingers start growing and face begins to slide off?

that happens immediately

(via mandaa-bears)

aspeckamongdots:

no hammer needed cause he nailed it 

(via laughcentre)

itsagifnotagif:

I actually have so much love for dogs

(via itsagifnotagif)

goodquadalmighty:

isohels:

My tummy doesn’t have to be cute. It holds my internal organs.
My thighs don’t have to “crush men’s skulls”. I use them to carry myself.
My stretch marks don’t have to be tiger stripes I earned. They came when I grew.

Stop.

(via supashleyc)

(Source: sonjabarbaric, via s-unfaced)