The Ripper

it is what it is

akacosmic:

My life has become consumed by the trials and tribulations of fictional Thai teenagers *sigh*

northernxlights:


"… but you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me."

fuck. just…fuck.

northernxlights:

"… but you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me."

fuck. just…fuck.

(Source: kyrieelyse, via allyjandrooooo)

There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.

—All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

(Source: typewriterdaily, via allyjandrooooo)

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

—Danielle Laporte (via frazzledfran)

(Source: chelsieautumn, via allyjandrooooo)