So my cats name is pikachu and I just went outside to get him so I screamed his name and people started running towards me. PokemonGo, what have you done?

You left. But it's okay, I'm used to it.

God I fucking love you

- only grunge posts -

It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.

Iain Thomas (via reminds)

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reblog if you’re the gay sister

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So what if I do still love you? That doesn't mean I want you back

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Maybe your forever isn't as long as I'd hoped

Reblog if you’re dead

Wanna see how many people are dead

Maybe if I wasn’t born in a loveless home. Maybe if the first time I saw my parents holding hands hadn’t been my seventeenth birthday. Maybe if I didn’t grow up thinking that “fuck you” and “you were the biggest mistake I ever made” were lyrics to a love song. Maybe then I wouldn’t crave you with such ferocity that it forces you to shy away from me. Maybe then I wouldn’t burn everything with a fire in my fingers. Maybe I would have friends. Maybe I would know how to hand out love letters without cutting them open with my thorns. I dream of softness. I wish I knew how to kiss slowly, to savour your tongue in the moment. But I am so afraid you’ll grow to hate me that I am filled with such a great hunger, a great torment, that I must devour you. Now. Now. I must tear you apart before you slip through my fingers, rip open your flesh and make your organs into mementos so that I will never forget these treasured seconds before you abandon me. I wish I could be less like my mother. Less loud, less moody, less filled with something between hatred and melancholy. I wish you thought of me as sunshine. Or starlight. That I could make your skin prickle in pleasure with soft touches and sensual whispers. If I could be a flower instead of a starving wolf, if I could know exactly what love tastes like, keep it under my tongue so it can release slowly into my bloodstream for eternity, if….

-My hair is messy, my heart hungry (via whenpoetsbleed)

But sometimes I can't help myself but wonder if I'm on your mind as much as you're on mine

I love you but you're not mine