glittakid:

i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.
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I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.

But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.

"


dead-and-scarred:

depressed-saher:

I know you don’t even remember me anymore. But you are always on my mind.

~
amybethhh:

beautiful—lnsanity:

d-a-l-t-o-n-i-s-m-o:

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mixedupsociety:

mr-dalliard-ive-gone-peculiar:

whalesam:

toomuchtaylor:

Newest tattoo!
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.

Deserves every note.

I cried and then I reblogged

This makes me so sad
"A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning it’s life with an early ending."

"Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine."


THEME  by  ITZIAR DAMBORENEA