It’s so sad that I can trust someone I’ve known for like 2 months that I never even see anymore, more than some people I’ve known for years.
"I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises."
- Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via vacants)
(Source: vacants, via jennnalynnn)
i don’t think brown eyes get enough love it’s always those blue and hazel fuckers that get the praise and attention. you’re too afraid to look me in the eyes and face the chocolate-y abyss.
"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"
- poems from my uncles grave (via irynka)