From sea to shining sea, my Sailor keeps you free.
I love my United States Sailor.πŸ’•βš“
I love you, Elligh.
Being your best friend for four years was an honor. But being your girlfriend for even a fraction of that is pure bliss. πŸ’•βš“


I’ve missed the familiar sting of the blade slicing the skin. The dark warm red running down my leg. The familiar burn on the alcohol after cleaning the wound. Stick a Band-Aid on it, and no one knows.

6 months clean, down the drain.

Me when someone wants to frick frack.


i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again

This is the truest thing I’ve seen on this website.

(Source: cleffairie)


can’t decide if I want a tattoo sleeve or a career

It’s a shame you have to decide.