Cameron/Atlanta/Fucked

My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night  (via 69rooms)

(via ablondieproduction)

Killing myself seems like a better idea every day

im-with-stringer:

sugarfox5:

Fuck drugs and fuck straight edge!

i will never not reblog

im-with-stringer:

sugarfox5:

Fuck drugs and fuck straight edge!

i will never not reblog

(via suzispangler4l)

bed-of-asphodel:

I know it’s over
And it never really began



I’ve been keeping the blood I cough in bottles
So I can paint you every gory feeling
That spans the landscape of this heart

You see, at one point I thought I understood it/this/us
But I didn’t, not really.
I never fully grasped the muchness of it
The over eager July morning of it.
I understood nothing.

For you are everything I never expected, and everything I want
Because I used to lay in my bed and wish that I could find someone like you.

If you cut me open I’m afraid you’d find nothing but autumn leaves,
and the collection of letters I’ve been writing since you left- the words I’d hoped could get us through the winter

I wasn’t permanent.
I was made for this end.

fuckyeahhbandgifs:

The American Scene - Why I’m Not Where You Are [x]

This shit fucking hit me so hard. I fucking get it. I know what it’s like to have everything you know, everything you’ve worked for be separated from the one thing, the one person you miss so fucking much that it changes the way you move. I miss her so much that my hands don’t shake any more. 

fuckyeahhbandgifs:

The American Scene Why I’m Not Where You Are [x]

This shit fucking hit me so hard. I fucking get it. I know what it’s like to have everything you know, everything you’ve worked for be separated from the one thing, the one person you miss so fucking much that it changes the way you move. I miss her so much that my hands don’t shake any more. 

skin-father:

Thanks for showing me around last night. Hope you don’t think I don’t care. ‘Cause I do I just don’t know if I should feel this bad about you.

(via siiighh)

As Cities Burn- Made Too Pretty

And if we are the body, how’d a pretty man get so ugly? How’d he get all these spaces between each limb?

the-orchid-killer:

We laughed in the sun, we laid in the grass
And I felt your Earth pushing back, it pushed back
What you don’t know, don’t know
Is you’re gone and I’m home
But I’m all alone
And everyone knows what comes after

desfeuxdartifices:

The Calendar Hung Itself - Bright Eyes

Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there’s a thousand more that you will never see,
But must hold inside yourself eternally.

You don’t know how deeply you are intertwined with someone until you try to walk away from them.