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Cinthya // 18 // NYC // Stoner // Mixed

- my favorite word is [[fuck]].

I like clingy. I like when someone purposely grabs my hand to show other people I’m theirs. I like that when something exciting happens during the day, I’m the first person you want to tell. I like coming back to an “I miss you” text message when I’m in class or taking a nap. I like that random call at one in the morning just because you wanted to hear my voice. I little gestures that show I’m important, and you enjoy having me in your life.


creepyknickers:

itsb0sstime:

georgia-dream:

if your boyfriend is your best friend, you’re doing it right.

if your boyfriend is your only friend, you’re doing it wrong.

THANK. YOU.

YES.


prettyparamore:

Bring Me The Horizon- Chelsea Smile 

prettyparamore:

Bring Me The Horizon- Chelsea Smile 


we have to love each other more to cover the miles between us.

i just want to hold you again (via trapoutthebandaid)

the day i smoke a blunt on the balcony of a home i own, i might just shed a tear cuz I’ll know i finally made it


dumbdaisies:

"It wasn’t until I was sitting on the floor of my shower hyperventilating your name into my hands when I realized that you were the air I struggled to breathe and I wasn’t even the dirt under your fucking finger nails” Journal entry 10/16/14

dumbdaisies:

"It wasn’t until I was sitting on the floor of my shower
hyperventilating your name into my hands
when I realized that you were the air I struggled to breathe
and I wasn’t even the dirt under your fucking finger nails”
Journal entry 10/16/14


That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

read that, again. (via tsuyuake)

Angel, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the 3 AM breakup call and the liquor that stained my breath the last time we kissed. I didn’t mean to spit blood into your mouth but to be fair you were the one who made me bleed. I’m still bleeding and I don’t know how to make it stop and I’m sorry that I use everyone as a Band-Aid and throw them in the trash once I bleed through them. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay on the phone for longer than a minute when I told you it was over but I have to rip my Band-Aids off fast or else it hurts even worst. You still tingle in my veins and my skin still stings from tearing you off of me and honestly I think pushing you away hurt me more than it ever hurt you but still, I’m so god damned sorry. I feel it trembling in my bones. You never signed up for tear stained tile floors and bedroom doors that stayed locked for three days straight and I know you would’ve left anyways but I wish I hadn’t shoved you out the door. I know it was freezing outside. Honestly, I’m glad she gave you a ride home. I am, and I hope her blonde hair smells like honey instead of smoke and when she kisses you she doesn’t cry into your mouth and she brings you endless sunny days because you always forget to put your hood on when it’s raining. You were never ready for my storm.


I’m so glad you didn’t let me tear you apart (via lamebby)

this fucked me up so fucking bad.


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