Je suis ♥

bootycaller:

who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me

(Source: tiredestprincess, via hauntedparty)

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all. by Diane Les Becquets (via saetern)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via saetern)

melisica:

(by greg pths)
Because then
I realized
I can’t cut
My sadness
Away by (via too-hot-to-die)

(Source: abnormitea, via mariafox)

unveilthemuse:

Untitled by  simon dowthwaite on Flickr

who-you-see-isnt-me:

I want to rip my skin open

(via atresiacruelest)

magic-spelldust:

Landscape by Eleanor—R