people are poison
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway. beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

(via bianca-jadee)

punkmothra:

my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people fucked everything up. don’t do this. look at this fuckery. look at it. fuck this. fuck everything.”

(Source: asexualjonsnow, via club-lorde)

ratatit:

i aspire to get to that level of hot where my hair looks like shit and i smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes but i still look fine as hell

(Source: wentzula, via some-blonde)

Being numb is the worse stage for me. When I’m I stare blankly into space for hours and my chest feels like it weighs a ton and my arms are itching to be opened but I’m too numb to move. To numb to care. (98/365) by (KJ)

(Source: kjpoems)

Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time. What I needed to hear (via sereinsky)

(Source: gaystray, via forebidden)

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