You’d destroy me, and I’d let you.
- 7 Word Poem (via jenslawrence)

(Source: incoloure)


ohyeselifresh:

my neck

my back

my pizza

and my snacks


newstitches:

opulentjoy:

Opalized Wood. Super Bright pinfire colors running through natural ironstone. 120 Million Years old Wood. 49.17 Grams


I will forever be thankful for geology and my precious teacher who passed on to me a huge adoration for petrified woodSoFuckinBeautiful

garrythechap:

hetastein:

special-snowflake-hall-of-fame:

beyoncevevo:

perfectgay:

what has four letters and is very hard

rock

math

life

Dick

Kiss


remonts:

fuckreiva:

i was reading through my journal and i found this one page and it broke me

I think my heart just shattered


This honestly brings back so many memories, I started crying
Thinking social anxiety is cute is like saying:

convertingtolight:

Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flushes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.

It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.

This. Romanticizing anything harmful is fucked up.