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parks and recreation s3
pretty little liars s4a
teen wolf season 2b

listening to

the neighbourhood
the kooks
one direction


george watsky
stick and poke
the lying game





- officially one year free of self-harm (5/16/13)!!!
- tfios on 6/6 :)))))))
- summer 2k14 starts on 6/11 (◡‿◡✿)
- birthday in approx. 3 months (◕‿◕✿)

I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself and now, now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared. I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, it’s coming face-to-face with who you really are. Because once you’re behind these walls there’s nowhere to run. The truth catches up with you in here and it’s the truth that’s going to make you her bitch.

08.28.2014 / +5757 / haroldwhy / izzyswood

i just popped off a key on my macbook & idk how to get it back on help someone pls

08.28.2014 / +1

"It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. T h e n  i t s  o v e r .”

08.28.2014 / +3225 / fireisscatching / greasysaed

Team Twelve.


only a bird with broken wings

08.28.2014 / +1855 / brokenfinnick

“1. it started off harmless. I didn’t even feel the pinpricks in my spine when you first called me yours. they were there, trust me, but I guess I couldn’t be bothered to listen to my instinct when my heartbeat was screaming your name.

2. just one crack. one tear in my fabric. when I found out that my best friend had unlocked your lips before I even had the chance, a few of my seams split open. but it was repairable. I could mend myself back together if I just made sure I kissed you harder, that I kissed you better, that I kissed you longer.

3. the moment you saw me fully unclothed, wrists and ankles cluttered by all my loneliest nights, I bit my lip a little too hard. There were only a few drops of blood drawn, but I felt as though at least a pint of my vital fluids was drained from my mouth. I didn’t know how to kiss you without leaving the taste of rusted metal on your skin. maybe that’s why you stopped letting me mark your neck: you were afraid that people would see how easily deteriorated you were.

4. a stomach ache. not the kind when you receive bad news, but when you consume too much too fast. you can feel it convulsing every now and then, and all you can do is say sorry for not taking your time. I’m sorry for not taking my time. you have to understand: I never had any other choice other than to indulge in every second. every time you said the word ‘forever’ it came out ‘as long as I need you around’ and you can’t blame me for being so scared— I ended up being right, anyways.

5. it turned into sleepless nights and sweaty palms, and wishing I had been more cautious before I let my guard down near you. you became a fever that I felt in every inch of my shivering body. I couldn’t think about anything except for when you were going to leave me.

6. all the space you took up in my heart and in my lungs and in my hollowed out bones broke two of my ribs. I thought I had the capacity to hold you. I didn’t know you’d demand every open margin in my chest and more.

7. those broken ribs punctured my lungs and I stopped breathing for weeks. I still have trouble when you’re around.

8. my best friend gets crippling migraines, ones that she would describe to me as knives being thrown at her skull like she’s some kind of target practice. that’s how you felt. everything was louder with you. everything was amplified. I was practically paralyzed with the throbbing thought of your smile.

9. they say a 9 on the pain scale is so immense that you can’t even tolerate it. most people resort to suicide. trust me, I’m definitely getting there.

10. it ends like this. it ends with agony traumatic to the point that my blood is spilt out across the linoleum bathroom floor, mausoleum made of my collarbones; this torture was so numbing that I swear to god, I mistook it for passion. I thought you loved me. that’s what hurt the most.”

a.v.on a scale of 1-10, how badly did he break you? // 30 day poetry challenge (day 23)

08.27.2014 / +325 / spiritslyrics


the avengers + cards against humanity (insp.)

LMFAO the Hulk one tho


the hunger games | catching fire 


so how about a movie starring Chris Evans, Chris Pine, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pratt directed by Christopher Nolan naturally titled The Crisis 

im just really mad tbh and i hate my mom’s ideals & need to push them on me and the way i live

08.20.2014 / +1