These past few days have been those really odd ones in which I feel a little pretty. 
And I know this may look or sound conceited to you, that is not my intention. I’ve never in my whole life felt pretty, not even a little bit, and looking at myself in the mirror these past days and not wanting to rip myself to pieces is an improvement to me. And even if this looks coinceited to you, I don’t care, I had never felt as good with myself as I did in these pictures, and I really hope this feeling lasts.
I opened my door for you and you came in and burned my house down.
by my lungs are filling with smoke but i cant leave (via insanosylum)

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The sky before the storm <3

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I need a cigarette and a long cry about everything.
by (via nevahmind)

(Source: sinkintheemers, via nevahmind)


people watching is more fun 19 floors up
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
by Azar NafisiReading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)

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This day was perfect, I crave San Francisco

hello where in sf is this



i remember way too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don’t freak them out

*friends eyes are watering for no reason*

"Are you wearing that mascara you’re allergic to but wear any way cause you think it’s cute"

"…..when did I tell you that"

"…….like…..two years ago" 

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