My Dearest L…

“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

My Dearest L...

V-day is coming up tomorrow, it’s a dreadful day for me and the rest of the singles out there, no matter how hard they try to tell themselves they're happy just lying to themselves they know damn well. Just like I do that V-day is just a day the world made up to say “fuck you” to all the singles out there. Then on the other hand I wish I had someone to hold me at night and call my own...but till then I’ll just wait and keep calm for my time to come. They say if you stop looking love will come to you, but how are you gonna find love when you don’t put yourself out there. That’s almost like when you in an R-ship everyone wants you and when nobody wants you. I find it so weird how the world works sometimes...

if internet outlives cigarettes then all of human culture will have been for nothing

The Broken Tree

The trees lead me through the pain I once held within my lightning struck bark, set flames to the burning heart within.

I'll be starting to post again soon !! Love you all.🖤🖤

Ever just want to change your whole tumblr aesthetic but don't cuz it's so much work 😩😭😂

I started watching the dark shadows show from 1991.

so far is good honestly, i don't have and complaints about it.

I may think of you softly from time to time, but I swear I'll cut my hands off if they ever reach out for you again.

My Dearest L...

it’s time is driff off into a dark slumber agian...

My Dearest L…

Well, today went to shit, I had a long car ride and then I got home and found out that my best friend stole my credit card and used it to buy someone that's 172$ I know that doesn't sound like a lot but when you broke asf and only have about 100$ to your name and your credit card is already at 400$ from trying to pay it off for 8 months after losing your job. it's alot of fucking money... so now I'm 900$ in the whole and I am just still a broke as bitch YAAAY ME!!!!

MY DEAREST L…

time has stopped in a way that the world is numb to the land that understands the movements of the earth under our feet in the sun-heated grass, the river shines to the blue skies of the sweet smelling due drops of the morning kissed silk.