rhymes-with-grape:

vugust:

breathing.

Barely.


wander-explore-getlost:

Little messed up but we’re all alright

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.
Youth (via standbys)





And in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cyberunfamous)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)


I got a mind of my own,
I’ll be alright alone.

Alex Clare, from Damn Your Eyes (originally by Etta James)

(Source: requiemforthepast)