Camila backstage at the 2017 Billboard Hot 100 Festival

Since the B in LGBT stands for “bisexual”, doesn’t that imply that there are only two genders?

this post is so idiotic i'm

Depression is like a background app that drains your battery

deAngelo // Russian Roulette. (via fallenpoets)

The pools on the Titanic are still full.

WOAH

twenty one pilots // house of gold

false hope

i suppose that our hearts are not as strong as we’d like them to be;
— it’s often too hard 
to-pick-up-the-pieces — and our souls become 
easier and easier 
to shatter —
like the broken, fractured mosaics they are — i suppose that our love is not special — // it will still wither away, like the millions before us //

home is where the heart is

There is a house hidden between your chin and your shoulders, soft and cozy and inviting where my lips have found their solace amidst a world painted sepia

~s // daily dose #17

Humans are the only species that pay to live on Earth.

OH SHIT

Too scared.

I had a dream and you were in it. You finally decided to make a move but I was too scared of what the others would think. So I declined the offer from the guy I loved.

As I woke up I was disappointed that it was only just a dream. Disappointed because he asked me to dance the night away and I woke up to miss that. Then I thought about it some more if I stayed in that position we still wouldn’t have danced in the dream. Because I was too scared.

Being too scared can have so much power over ourselves these days. You can be too scared of the little things, like forgetting to like a friends picture. You can be too scared of the big things like getting pregnant at a young age. Being too scared about the regular things… Rejection.

I’ve had it with you making me these fake promises. You disgust me but I have to tolerate it because that’s how life goes for people like me. You yell, I cry. You physically abuse me, while I’m emotionally abusing myself. I’ve had it up to this point. I finally yell back knowing that you’ll find your own way to look like the victim. I keep telling myself there is light at the end of the tunnel, but I feel as if you’ve carved out the dark side and have summon me in there to suffer with yourself.

he folds his ears into alleyways pumping the decimals of every broken follicle along a growing wall we scaled using just the tip of gravity, though the beautification of following the obtuse tanning inside the star that spelled you north has dispelled the construction it took to find a smile tomorrow could wear without feeling your eyes & wondering when I started waking up loving you

too

(via somewhatsomelikepoetry)

I probably wouldn’t mind mosquitoes taking a little bit of my blood if they didn’t inject me with poison to make me red and itchy.

(via misplacednotes)