8teen. Long Beach
My heart belongs to the rockabilly/psychobilly sound


I laid my body down in the tub, with water hot enough to make hell blush.

I let it devour me
scorching my skin

The sting helps drown out the sound of the loose blood flow in my chest.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t even flinch.
Just sat in silence empty as I’ve ever been.

I squeezed myself so tight just to get a grip, or just to keep from getting sick. It’s a tighter fit without your perfect body in my arms.

I squeezed too tight, but just right.
Enough to hear each bone bend and shatter beneath my pale skin.
The damage within has forever left a bruise imprinted with what could of been.

No one will ever get this close again.

As permanent as a tattoo, although this one wasn’t one I’d choose.

A constant reminder your existence is true I just peek at the bruise you left when you said “I don’t love you”

Charcoal black and royal blue, with shades of purple too. A color almost as beautiful as you

I laid my body down in the tub, with water hot enough to make hell blush. And I still love you.

you don’t have to love me back (via stiffsmith)

267 notes - 18 April, 2014


That was so beautiful

Ab-Soul X Jhene Aiko


Books have a way of making you homesick for a place you have never been.

114,674 notes - 18 April, 2014

"I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out of your mouth."
(via chanelwbu)

59,179 notes - 18 April, 2014


me not shaving my legs has literally nothing to do with feminism and literally everything to do with me being lazy

128,394 notes - 18 April, 2014