Tainted Secrets

Repping my parents high school… Boom… Go Vikings! 🏈

Repping my parents high school… Boom… Go Vikings! 🏈

It’s funny because everyone said I was out of your league, everyone said I deserve better.  It’s funny because you’re all I wanted, I didn’t let their bullshit get to me.  But you know what?  Now I’m starting to see what they see, so straighten up or I’m done.  Gone, for good. For real this time.

extrasad:

i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk

(via avengers-assemble)

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.

—Andrea Gibson (via idterab)

(via dani-elleeeeee)

And once again,

I find myself unraveling at the seams, falling through a dark fog, losing control of my sanity.  The serotonin has stopped all production, and I’m lost drowning in depression.  Again.

Hmm…

So why am I always the one waiting, apologizing, hoping, trying? 10 o’clock huh?  Interesting… I thought 10 was an hour ago.  Stood up.  Breakfast with monkeys by myself tomorrow. Cool.

He’ll text me in an hour, I’ll still go over and take him to the monkeys with me.  

I’m a pushover.

Name me a cynic if you must…

I’ve decided being in love make you delusional, and outside spectators of love perceive it all as dysfunction.  

adrivashkov:

theherondaleangel:

5evamore:

goregeousity:

i really have no idea what this has to do with survival skills

Actually she has identifying which plants and berries are poisonous. She was quizzing herself. It’s foreshadowing because she later dies from eating poisonous berries; in the book, it’s seen as a foolish mistake, but because of this scene, it has implications of suicide. 

Holy shit

Well the Hunger Games just became even more devastating than it already was.

or… you know, irony.

(Source: shailenes, via renaissancejedi)