I really suck at spelling out loud.

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I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call. I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was. A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?” I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.” I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?” This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say. She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

v-iolet:

3ternity:

cumkw4t:

takeittoheartsweetheart:

I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call. I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was. A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?” I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.” I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?” This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say. She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”

And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

All my good writings were done when I was extremely upset about something. The writing is so raw that every time I read them the feelings echo through me and my heart aches; reminiscent of what I once went through. I don’t have a single writing mirroring a happy time in my life. Probably because I’ve nevet been so overwhelmed with happiness that I wanted to document my feelings.

One time. This girl was nearly getting alcohol poison (still to this day no ones really sure what happened) and she would only stop vomitting to either fall asleep for a second or drink water. The few seconds she did stay awake i tried feeding her cheerios and while she was literally eating them out of my hand she stopped to tell me that I was really beautiful and thats the most genuine compliment I’ve ever gotten in my life, it still makes me blush.

pstumpandtheclappers:

sarahmouse:

spindleshanking:

zombiotic:

aviculor:

drkarayua:

glutenfreewaffles:

glutenfreewaffles:

remember when you put your glasses on for the first time and you realized you could see leaves on trees

how  many fucking people on this website wear glasses jfc

it’s always the leaves oh my god

it was streetlights for me

Rocks on the ground for me.

Trees on the mountains.

I was really excited to find out that grass is made of individual pieces.

People have faces.

Wtf is she doing xD

Wtf is she doing xD

Well damn.

I’ve never had someone ask “Please?” to go down on me before.

A message from Anonymous
your blog is ugly.

cavalcade-of-perversion:

I like ugly.

How I feel when anyone tells me anything I have/like/want is ugly.

frejskamavor:

on a scale of fake pockets to nachos how good is your idea