i plan on losing any traces of color that remain in my skin during the winter
because something about being porcelain white with rosy cheeks is just so alluring to me and i would enjoy being able to embody it.
kitch is the new black*
baltimore, md.
seventeen years.
student.
likes- photography, emotions, flannel, beanies, headbands, speeding, pandas, boots, daisies, dresses with tights, conor oberst, youth.
(via phoebejeebies)
Who Are You Now?
I don’t even know. I don’t want to care, so I’m trying not to. I’ll do my best not to give a shit, to just walk it off like you never happened- you’re obviously doing that so well right now yourself.
Spent more than enough time in a hospital bed, felt the needle go beneath my skin, yeah that’s how things have been.
This wasn’t worth the sting.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
poptimism:aconybell:straypaper:youcankeepthechange:
Rilo Kiley: “Wires and Waves”
And sometimes lonely hearts, they just get lonelier.
and it’s just my heart gets rejected by my veins
Tommy was having a bad day one time so to cheer him up I placed post-its inside thisbook I was going to lend him later that day. It worked! Moreover, he returned the book with a new set of post-its and this is one of ‘em. :)
my konstantine.
you know the only thing that really makes me believe in love being real?
old people.
it’s a little random of me to say, but it’s just true for me. because love is supposed to be one of the purest emotions with the most innocent intentions. and whenever i see a little old couple walking around the mall or barnes and noble or wherever it just really makes me smile. because back when these men and women met, it was a time where chivalry and courtship were valued so highly, where it wasn’t about putting out on the first date or other unimportant things. it was about really getting to know someone; you’d be lucky to get a kiss goodnight. you fucking FOUGHT for the relationship with your own will, not with sexuality or shit like that.
and that’s why i wish i wasn’t born in a time like this where really petty matters were valued above love’s supposedly pure intentions.
