just-relatable:

Relatable posts daily?

I miss him so much. But I won’t text or call because I fear he is annoyed by me…

keepinhappiness:

A Day to Remember - Homesick Snaps Pt. 1 

Pt. 2

(via whydoifeelsofuckingheartless)

pvriah:

i-nfinitybands:

Like Moths To Flames - The Worst In Me

It was never enough, I’ve got a cold heart. I’ll watch you come undone.

pvriah:

i-nfinitybands:

Like Moths To Flames - The Worst In Me

It was never enough, I’ve got a cold heart. I’ll watch you come undone.

(via postbandcore)

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath  (via electiones)

(Source: citythatistocome, via intoxicated-silence)

My mother never warned me about boys. She warned me about the “men” who would set their eyes on you and claim you in their minds. She would warn me about walking home late at night or bringing extra pants if I was coming home from a party. She told me about the dangerous situations I could be put in if I wasn’t careful enough or if I didn’t look behind as I walked down dark alleys and ran half a mile home because the bus wasn’t running. She even scolded me when I laughed too much with men because she thought it gave them the wrong idea.

But mother, why did you not demand that my brothers grow up as men? Why did you not tell them that girls who wear short shorts at night are too hot to wear pants and the one drinking over there, laughing with that man in a plaid shirt? She just really needed a friend to talk to, not someone to fuck. Mother, I never heard you tell my brothers that men shouldn’t touch a woman unless she agreed to be touched. Why did you tell them that it is not the woman’s fault? Why don’t mothers tell their sons that?

You know what mother? You once told me that if I was wearing a short skirt and walking home when the sun had set, it would make men think that I was asking to get raped. No one asks to get raped. Not the ones who have been raped, not the ones who will be raped, and definitely not I. That is why it is called rape. You never warned me about society. You never told me that society would turn on a woman once she was considered “tainted” and the dirty fingers of the man who touched her could get away with just a few years in jail. You never warned me that society doesn’t give a fuck sometimes.

So what if I want to misbehave at a party and take a couple sips? And what if I do want to dance on table tops in a v-neck and daisy dukes? Mama, what part of living a little is dangerous? Why am I the one unsafe? Why do I live in constant fear of walking home one night and not making it to our door steps? Why am I paying when they should be the one owning the fines?

Ming D. Liu, "I was raped and I still think about it daily. It’s affected me as a person so much and I just get so angry that he’s still walking this planet feeling no remorse whatsoever just carrying on with his own life as if he didn’t even ruin mine." (via mingdliu)

(via intoxicated-silence)

You are
a storm
and I am
the sea.
You fuel both
the anger
and serenity
in me.

Ming D. Liu, "He’s angry and judgmental but somehow, we work." (via mingdliu)

(via intoxicated-silence)

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

(via so-personal)