daizeh:

rookiemag:

Forever Young
“This is me on a rooftop I snuck onto in Toronto. This was grade nine, the first year I really started documenting my life in photos.”
While cleaning out her computer, Petra found a bunch of photos she took in high school, and she was generous enough to share them with us.

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"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."
You did

(Source: jessielou24, via glithzy)

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zeitfrei:

studiograbdown:

THE MORNING AFTER

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kvtes:


always needing more of this - from myself and from others.
brittykitty2:

I’ve always seen this photo floating around the web, but I’ve always wondered if there’s a story behind it. It’s either the door of someone who suffered a horrible life and went insane and did this, or, it was created as an art piece.
1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.
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