Have lunch with me in the park. Hold my hand in the movies. Run from the dark with me. Climb public buildings roofs with me. Help me into trees. Lay your head in my lap. Let me sit and just rub your back. Let me surprise you with how excited I get over walking down the sidewalk or over the trees or the markings engraved into the concrete. I might surprise you with the real me. Just go ahead, jump my fence but please leave it intact for when you decide to leave. I love the rebellious ones but I know better then to get attached.
i have never seen a post with a plot twist like this before
This is the exact mix of wonderful and awful parenting I expect most tumblr users will display in later life.
(Source: sandpit-life, via yourmomsamuggle)
Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.
Grab her booty in front of women who want you.
That second one means so much.
(Source: grebnesieh, via yourmomsamuggle)
"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom."
"You can play it safe, and I wouldn’t blame you for it. You can continue as you’ve been doing, and you’ll survive, but is that what you want? Is that enough?"
"I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna a perfect body
I wanna a perfect soul
I want you to notice
I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here”