Hell On Heels

"If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors."
(via tyleroakley)

(Source: adimaho, via tyleroakley)

— 9 hours ago with 399757 notes
"Stop trying to repair your heart, by giving it to the hands that broke it."
— 9 hours ago with 6846 notes
"I broke my rules for you, isn’t that enough?"
Unknown. (via ajeebinsaan)

(Source: naked--thoughts, via dont-let-mee-go)

— 1 day ago with 79015 notes
"I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise."
— 1 day ago with 70955 notes
"Date someone who would rather watch your favorite movie with you then go to a party on Friday night. Date someone who will share their food with you even though you said you didn’t want any. Date someone who will warm your hands in the winter and kiss your pink nose. Date someone who will text you they love you at 2am and at 9pm. Date someone who will let you change the station in the car when they’re driving. Date someone who can make you smile when you would rather die. Date someone who makes your insides feel like you’ve just downed a bottle of vodka. Date someone who makes you better."
— 1 day ago with 18586 notes
"I’ve experienced two kinds of love
The stable kind
You love each other
Like best friends
Talk till 6am
Even on weekdays
The kind where you’re
Both always pleasantly full
With each others
Companies.
It always ends
With salty tears
That soak your pillow
Every night
For weeks
Till the void is filled
With something
New.
Then the not so stable kind
You’re both
Raging with
Anger and need
And frustration and
Spite and jealousy
And hate and fear
And pride and
Fuck yous thrown
Form every angle
Till bloody tears screech down
Your face and
You both collapse
Exhausted
And do not talk
For weeks
Months
Years
I’d like to say
I don’t prefer the latter
Like I’d like to say
I don’t prefer
Sugar in my tea
And I probably would say that
With my collection of lies
To myself
But
There’s something sickly sweet
About the taste of
Not knowing
About insecure hearts
Hanging on strings
Above barbed wire
And growling beasts
And thirsty fire
Which is why
When you’re done
Trying to forget me
And sulking
And fucking
And I’m
Done lying to boys
And pretending
About being
Loved up
I always take you back
For another
Shot
To the chest"
p.k — no sugar please (via youalonefilltheuniverse)

(via jessmcginz)

— 1 day ago with 294 notes