Im 20 years old & living in sunny Los Angeles, CA. I love LOTR, the beach, reading, writing, watching movies/t.v. shows, & hanging with my friends. I ship buffy/angel, cristina/owen, and klaroline. I'm old fashioned when it comes to love and currently waiting for it to find me <3
You say not to let the words cut so deep but if you ask my wrists they’ll say that you were the one who ran the edge of the razorblade across the veins of my heart; you were the one who seared away the scar tissue that encased every secret dream and set them ablaze.
My chest may not be a forest but the fire that rages there is burning down to the roots of who I am, leaving behind embers that glow with the last hint of who I used to be.
So I light a match and stick it inside my mouth hoping to coax the flames out from the depths to completely consume me.
They say that phoenix rise from the ashes but what about girls?
If I pull myself from the dusty remains and let out a cry of hope, could my scorched wings catch on the wind and carry me to renewal?
By Kelsey Huizing
Desperate Housewives (via lostinthesounds)
If you are reading this, you have survived your entire life up until this point.
You have survived traumas, heartbreak, devastation, the elements, different phases of life. And here you are.
You go, motherfucker. You’re awesome.
I’m gonna start calling boys by the wrong name on purpose to remind them how unimportant they are
Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?