A Peek Inside

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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.


Anna Peters (via perfect)

(Source: splitterherzen, via n4ughty-y)


reasons i want to look GOOD 

  • for myself
  • for myself
  • to plant the seed of envy in other bitch’s hearts
  • for myself

(Source: pinkvelourtracksuit, via suicidal-smiles-deactivated2014)

Whenever you’re going through a bad day just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good.
-My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)

(Source: , via suicidal-smiles-deactivated2014)

just give me one sign, one fucking sign, that you care
-unknown (via broken-heavily)

(via broken-heavily)

If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
-My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

(via youcantescapeyouself)


*is a good girl*



*knows it*

*acts so different around drake*

(Source: firemen, via humoristics)