If you can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what you just said, we can’t be friends
why can’t we be friends why can’t we be frieeeendds
if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done
i’m just tired and sad and want to makeout with you
I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away… but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove?
It’s no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound… Ohh… I know what it is.
This is… the sound of emptiness.” — Chica Umino (via words-of-emotion)
A person’s tumblr tells a lot about them. It shows what kind of images they see in their head, who they love, who they hate, even what they think about other people.
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you.” — to fathers with daughters - rupi kaur (via 33113)