Ramblings of a Singer

"Seagulls want blood and all of your beach snacks."--Nicole Atkins

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Pizza Princess 

foxadhd:

Pizza Princess 

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Trying to stay awake in a boring class

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family parties where they talk about when u get married and have kids

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“She was willing to lend anyone her crazy heart. It could bend with the wind. It could accept being snubbed for days. It could even stare at an unanswered text for days. There wasn’t a human being who had to worry, because it could no longer break. Well, not anymore. It did a while back - during a dull night that was covered with gray clouds that made the sky look like an abandoned freeway. After those uncomfortable hours - and months of despair - she draped her naked heart with the strongest fibers found on Earth. Now, she would let you see it, maybe hear what it had to say, but don’t even think about touching it. Her heart was protected like a diamond, because next time it shattered, nobody would have the ability to glue it back together.”

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from my shoot with @stevemadden

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from my shoot with @stevemadden

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Mind Blowing Facts About Dreams

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Distance is a bitch. Thinking about touching you doesn’t hold a candle to the feeling of your lips on every square inch of my frame. There’s an empty side of the bed where you should be sleeping, and I’m freezing here without you.

I don’t think that little city knows how goddamn lucky it really is.

—   I miss you | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)

“I want someone
to fall in love with me
deeply,
honestly,
endlessly,
wholeheartedly,
and profoundly.
But I’m afraid of
what would happen
when that person finds out
my flaws and the monsters
inside me and realizes
I’m far from beautiful.”

—   (NJ.)

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I don’t disappear in drugs
I get lost in your eyes,
I don’t drown in alcohol
I am burned by your love,
I don’t crave nicotine
I yearn for your skin.

I wish
My mother had warned me
About being addicted to people.

—   m.v., No fix.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)

I hope that one day
someone mirrors back
the love you’ve been
planning to give ever
since you were little;
you might think that love
wasn’t invented for you,
but that’s only because
some people decided to
corrupt your mind with
fake images that broke
your spirit.

My sister needed some
reassurance from my
father, and less criticism
from my mother. But,
they left their job up to
the television and magazines,
which forced my sister
to desperately look for
imperfections on every
inch of her body.

And the people responsible for
all of this misery and self-doubt
are in Hawaii, tanning with
their secretary, while their wife
gets drunk at home and fucks
the pool guy; these people
have fat bank accounts
because of an endless sea of
tears from girls like my sister…
and I hope that the bastards
rot in fucking hell.

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