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11:01

A little early to make a wish
But I like to make statements at this time of night
The clarity of darkness and silence always makes it easier to put my thoughts into words
Yet right now I’m speechless
All I can think of is “another one bites the dust”
Or that I’m not sure why I cried tonight because in reality everything is about to get better
Now that I’m released from your grip
I’m not sure why I liked the pressure of your possessive character
With it I am trapped, yet without it I’m speechless
But the less I talk the more you can hear my breathing
I’m alive and I’m happy and I’m free

omg ask these please they're so cute

  • Blue:

    What song do you listen to when you're feeling down?

  • Cup:

    Do you drink Tea or Coffee?

  • English:

    How many languages can you speak?

  • Fear:

    Tell us three fears.

  • Game:

    What was the last board game you played?

  • Read:

    What was the last book you read?

  • Injury:

    Have you ever walked into a glass door?

  • Jump:

    Do five jumping jacks/star jump.

  • Kiss:

    Who's your biggest celebrity crush?

  • Love:

    Do you believe in marriage?

  • Money:

    What would you do with 1 million dollars?

  • Naughty:

    Tell us three things that your parents disapprove of?

  • Oops:

    What is one thing you'd like to change/fix?

  • Picture:

    Post a pic of your lovely face.

  • Quality:

    Name three of your favourite blogs.

  • Rapunzel:

    Name three Disney movies that you adore.

  • Star-sign:

    When's your birthday?

  • Teacher:

    What do you aspire to be?

  • Unite:

    Do you sponsor a cause?

  • Varsity:

    Do you play/watch sport?

  • Xylophone:

    Do you play an instrument?

  • Yellow:

    What's your favourite colour?

  • Zoo:

    What is your favourite animal?

12:57 am

I work so hard to better myself and make myself beautiful because somehow society, myself or maybe some other third party taught me that being a Barbie doll has something to do with my worth. I know no one will probably ever find this but people keep asking me if I’m okay and twitter and Instagram show a happy carefree girl but at night it’s like I can’t breathe anymore and I’m not the girl who smiles in the pictures and I’m not happy and I don’t know why or what’s wrong with me and I guess I just want someone or something to know..

Love id

Love is when I have to read a book for English and you have to write a paper for anatomy.
And you come over and you wrap an arm around me, typing with your other.
I lean on your chest and read my book.
We don’t have to say a word but eventually our breathing matches rhythm.
That was the first time I knew.
And I didn’t have to say a word.

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