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My name is Rachel, but you can call me anything you like. I'm 21, from New York. I am currently Digital Media Production in college. I just want to be happy and love as much as I can. I love meeting new people so please talk to me! I'm finding who I am. And I have no idea what I'm doing. Have a good day.

She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.

She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.

She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.

And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.

But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.

Not one single bit.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #29 (via missinyouiskillingme)

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I hope you fall madly in love with her.
I hope you do all the things you never did with me.
I hope every time you see her your heart skips a beat, and you can’t picture life without her.
I hope she completes you, and that you both decide to begin a life together.
And just as you think life can’t get any better
I hope on a beautiful Sunday morning she wakes up and decides to leave the home you built together.
I hope you never hear from her again.
And just as you feel you might lose your mind from the stress
I hope you remember me and realize that karma never loses an address.
Rafelina Michelle (via missinyouiskillingme)

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I might be too young to settle down and marry, but I’m definitely too old to be playing anymore games. I’m too old to just be talking to someone, too old to not know what’s really going on, and too old to be entertaing somebody with no intention of making it work. At this age, I’m only interested in consistency, stability, respect and loyalty. And I want to hear someone tell me that they love me and know they Goddamn mean it.

chriscoopers:

"I had insecurities and fears like everybody does, and I got over it. But I was interested in the parts of me that struggled with those things."

Happy Birthday Philip Seymour Hoffman (23rd July 1967 - 2nd February 2014)

(via uniqueiskey)

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer (via missinyouiskillingme)

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I used to think you were the sun.
but now I know
you’re not the sun,
because the sun always comes back each day no matter how hard the storm hit earlier.
except you never came back,
and then I realized that
maybe you were the storm all along.
I don’t love him, but he’s here and you aren’t.
anon (via wastedoff-yourlove)

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modifiedmuggles:

Anthony green

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sandflake:

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

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gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

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hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

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beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

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heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

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lovely~

Small? Thin?

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charming~

Missing a few pieces?

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handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

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you’re fantastic looking~

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