(via unshaking)

This is a teenager’s room.
Posters on the walls, dolls and dogs on the dresser,
hundreds of books on the shelves, shoes and empty hangers on the closet floor.
Hair ties on the door.
Piles of magazines, face creams, and old jeans.
Is that laundry even clean?
Old CD’s and new singles, headphones broken at both ends.
Shopping bags and makeup rags.
A guitar I can’t play and receipts I didn’t pay.
This is a little girl’s room.

dunwithyou:

finallyyyy finished this drawing! 

they’re lyrics from fake you out - twenty one pilots obvi.

the mask that the girl is wearing represents the ‘masks’, or whatever you may call them, that we put on so people can’t see through us. see what we’re thinking/how we really feel, etc.

hope you like :-)

oh, I like. Inspiring. I might use this look and make a music video with it. ;)

Theres a boy at this party
I’ve met just once before
And he won’t stop staring
Don’t understand what for…

Theres a boy at this bar whom
I’ve never met before
His arm brushes me lightly
I don’t know whats in store…

But the drink in his hand
And his sweet, smiling face
Take my thoughts to an
Unsafe place.

You wouldn’t like me in the daylight
Just in the warmth of a full cup
Of the rudest smelling liquor
Come now, and drink it up…

If it wasn’t for that friendship
I know you wouldn’t see me here
Sober eyes, for guys, are blinded
I’m only visible through beer.

She’s my role model.

(via nanalew)

On March 11, 2013, I met my favorite person in the world. 

(Source: staypozitive, via w1ld-spirit)

shaeliveswell:

He doesn’t want to hear from me. He doesn’t want to hear from me. He doesn’t want to hear from me. He doesn’t want to hear from me. 

So let it go. Just let it go. Please let it go. Why can’t I just let it go.

(via ijustreallylikebandsandteenwolf)

(Source: wild-wolvess, via lan4-delrey)

Children have reasons for deceiving each other

but I am deceiving the world. I’m not happy. 

Seem is the magic word that I will always believe.

I seem happy. I seem.

If I could cut my seams, then everything

would flow from me, a waterfall of lies

flowing from behind my eyes, turned to truth.

I had you. Until my needs were few.

then I ran, ran from faith, I can’t run, 

muscles are waste because all I do is lie

lie around, listen to sounds

Sounds of youth and love and soul, 

all I hear is Rock and Roll, until

all I believe is the words and notes and

keys and chords, beats and rhymes, 

yes I hear this all the time. there’s a 

set in my brain and the tempo stays the same

as if I were a musician. & That, I am not. 

Though to some, that’s how I seem. cos of all 

the songs I know. All the phrases that chase

me down til I can barely stand. And I love it. 

I love the sound, love the noise. Brings me joy.

yes. False joy. and, all it is is noise, so I fight it, 

try to convince myself that I feel alright, 

but by the end of the night

I’ve got scissors in my hands and they

love to ruin my plans

for days I have been listening

instead of what I’m s’posed to be

‘cos most of me is lost somewhere

between Heartland and Walnut Square

a square, not a circle, is the motion

I’ve been moving in no notion of

should I be awake right now?

should I be some place, right now?

I’ve had dreams in the last couple of days

and it’s strange because they

they are gone when I’m awake.

This is new for me, this is different, you see.

I’m not used to losing my pretty dreams.

(via xxyouthxx)

cuntorting:

cupofvortexinyourface:

troj4n:

cuntorting:

i don’t usually rhyme every other line so sorry if this flows awkwardly

YOUR POEMS ARE SO GOOD HOLY FUCK LAUREL

Jesus Christ , this is wonderful

omfg thank you so much to you both

this is me… is this real life

(via maxterbate)