I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
Robin Williams  (via keefrich)
Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it.
Terry Pratchett (via itisanewbeautifulday)
The universe doesn’t like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.
Lisa Unger (via criminalminds-myaddiction)


Brenna Twohy - Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them


Good night, lovely tumblr friends!! Sweet dreams!! :) D. xo


Good night, lovely tumblr friends!! Sweet dreams!! :)
D. xo

And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense.
Gaby Dunn (via ceolaguscraic)
The other day,
you walked by me with your friends
and I could feel the pity in your stare.
Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it.
Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried (via feellng)
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Caitlyn Siehl, (x)
Before you whisper my name into my ear,
How about you load that gun with a tube of your lipstick?
Keep the cap twisted off so when you pull the trigger,
With the barrel pointed at the left of my chest,
You can kiss me right before you stop my heart.
"Medusa Kiss"— Nishat Ahmed

You wasted, devastated man
you said to me I love you
and I reached for the razor
out of habit.
There’s nothing soft 
or safe
in your voice
it’s not love as in lovely
or hearts as in Valentine’s day
or flowers as in first date bouquets
it’s love
as in tennis
as in zero, as in nothing
it’s hearts as in the cadaver cardiac
flowers as in deflowered and repotted with gunpowder 
irrigated with formaldehyde
and black-eyed tears
Before I met you, I used to wear skirts
now I fear the cloth
that lets me move too freely
that pretends both at freedom and at modesty
but never commits to either
like you
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
and let my legs do all the hugging
until my mother banned me
from wearing skirts
or anything with sleeves.
you said to me
I love you
and my eyes closed in a moment of silence
for all the casualties
of the war
that you’re about to bring down upon
my gunpowder garden.