you fall asleep with his fingertips burning through your skin and you can still feel his teeth pressed against yours long after he’s dropped you off at home and his voice lights up in your head and pushes away everything that could possibly be bad. He’s everything now. And god everything tastes so good. But six months later you come home shaking, followed by a trail of blood and teardrops, and your happiness is leaking out of you into a puddle on the floor and you’re down on your knees trying to shove it all back into your chest while you scream “OH GOD MOM HE KISSED HER OH GOD”

my sixth grade english teacher told me not to make anyone my world and I thought she was crazy till last night  (via extrasad)

(via tall420ulah)


lost IDs at coachella

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Ben skux

oh ben my babe you are indeed a skux a super skux in fact.. nah super funny such a laugh grandad soaps good friend would take you to sq if i could hot to trot ly xx THAMKS FOR THE Q U R MY FAVOURITE

Anonymous said: Do you find Tara's group annoying?


The Berlin Wall coming down, November 11, 1989

"Woman. Do not wait for a poet. You are already poetry."
A little spray paint and a dead wall can shake you up. Lessons learned in Bogotá.




A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

I lost control about reblogging this picture. 

and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this. 

let the energies guide you