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livin in michigan. save me from this town.




"why dont you just give him a chance"

idk because im not physically or mentally attracted to him and ‘but he likes you’ or ‘but hes really nice’ isnt going to change the fact that im not interested

Damn, I don’t think women know how much that really hurts

you know what else hurts?????????? getting abused for being a ‘bad person’ because you didnt want to date somebody that you werent interested in


i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with

Send me a band and I'll answer!
  • All Time Low:
    Single or taken?
  • Blink-182:
    Am I mature or immature?
  • Fall Out Boy:
    Something I regret?
  • Green Day:
    How easily do I get mad?
  • Leathermouth:
    A band I love but don't talk about often?
  • Marilyn Manson:
    Weirdest thing about me?
  • Mindless Self Indulgence:
    Do I drink/do drugs?
  • My Chemical Romance:
    The band that saved my life?
  • Of Mice and Men:
    My favorite genre of music?
  • Panic! at the Disco:
    Someone I miss?
  • The Used:
    Someone who is no longer in my life?
  • You Me at Six:
    A band I'm just discovering?

The Story So Far | Clairvoyant.
❝ I wonder if you ever talk about missing me to anyone. ❞
- (via the-psycho-cutie)

Yeah a lot

(via howdoyoumanage)
❝ I’ve fallen in love with you one hundred and thirty two times.
The first was at 2am, sheets sticking to our skin, sharing a pillow,
“tell me another secret”,
The twenty third time was on a highway four hundred miles later. You held my face, the sun with butterflies, the sky with pink. I felt the world spinning around its invisible axis, the solar system around its visible star, my heart dizzy from your gravity.
The seventy seventh time was when you came pouring out like a waterfall onto my toes. Give it all to me baby, the entire river, the flow and crash. I can take it. I can count so much higher.
The one hundred and tenth time was when you took it all away from me. Left my mouth gaping, a vacuum trying to suck you back in. I fell in love with you as you were leaving, fell in love with what I’d miss.
Fell in love with the face I kissed for the last time two days ago without knowing it.
The one hundred and twelfth time was in the mouth of another man calling me baby. “you’re mistaken, I was not born in you, I was born in blue eyes that are blinking somewhere else now”.
And shit, I fell in love with you just a moment ago, naked in your arms again, glutinous in how much of you I take, hoarding each moment I get in your arms, keeping them in the caves of my memory in case I’m forced to hibernate again.
I’ve known you for six hundred and something days, loved you in three hundred and something of them. Some days I spend worrying about finances and the state of the world, some days I spend locked in my room listening to Radiohead albums on repeat, some days I smoke too much and some days I sleep through to take a break from being awake. But some days I experience the in-between of miracles and magic. Some days I lose myself entirely, all because you exist. Some days you look at me and I forget my name. I fall in love over and over, again and again, adding another tally to the wall.
I’ve been alive for seven thousand and something days, most of which were mundane. Most of which were wasted. Some of which were spent falling in love with you, in your voice and in your fingertips, in your eyes and in your stride, in your presence and in your absence.
Over and over.
Again and again.
With infinite tallies on a wall. ❞
- Magic Numbers by Stevie Lorann (via caelums)

Wheelchair crowd surfing At Warped Tour


it’s 3:26 am and I’m listening to the 1975 and this stuck with me because it’s true