Emilia Dreams of the City Somewhere in Suburbia
When you are fourteen, you still need your mom to hold you when you cry and your dad to watch out for you, but when I was fourteen, I stopped being friends with the next door neighbor who had been my friend since kindergarten. When you’re fourteen, your biggest worries should be about the boy who said he had a crush on you or what homework is due, but when I was fourteen, my biggest worry was the thought of living. I disappeared when I was fourteen, I lost myself the night I snuck out to get high with the boy three years older than me and I never really came home
(via wtf-lyss)

holy fuck. this hits home.

(via glitzandtitz)

(via glitzandtitz)

My pillow isn’t as comfortable as your chest.
You are slowly
killing yourself
in ways that go
unnoticed
wtm, ten word poem (via c-oquetry)

(via c-oquetry)

lsdzeppelin:

giving guys boners is empowering and nothing else matters 

(via c-oquetry)

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Unknown (via quotethat)

(via lonely-loneliness)

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via c-oquetry)

(Source: observando, via c-oquetry)

1. Write apologies to your veins
for threatening them so often.

2. You have handprints
engraved in your stomach.

3. Your legs will never
stop shaking.

4. Your head will never
be silent.

Michelle K., From: Me, To: Me (via c-oquetry)

(via c-oquetry)

I don’t want to care. Please, I don’t want to care about you anymore. And today, I found out that you still ask about me; you still ask our friends how I am. I wish they hadn’t told me. I don’t want to know that there’s still a little piece of you that cares. Please, I don’t want to care about you anymore. Don’t you think you’ve put me through enough?
I don’t want to care // by c-oquetry (via c-oquetry)

(via c-oquetry)

just a gil
that likes her hobbies
of muisc
dancing
photography
and fashion.