Friends,
I am 18, graduated, and Alaska bound.
I will see you on the 27th. There is the nothing in the queue.
Love you!
Claire. I used to be I'm 16 and unsure. Now I'm 17 and so lucky. I blog about things that don't matter.
I have no fandoms.
Currently:
Partying somewhere in between Friday and the Sabbath
In love • Ask Away
A Hurricane of a Girl
I have no fandoms.
Currently:
Partying somewhere in between Friday and the Sabbath
In love • Ask Away
A Hurricane of a Girl
“when your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both will feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job”
— it is not your job | Caitlyn Siehl (via jesusfuckmechrist)
(Source: alonesomes, via ivorybirds)
“You draw constellations
in my freckles.
I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”
— (via clementinevonradics)
(via chasingmyshadow)
wow i have too many shows to watch maybe i should drop out of school
(via thatsmoderatelyraven)
“I want to be with someone who, 10 years from now, makes my heart jump when I hear her key in the door.”
— I Can’t Think Straight (via thewastedgeneration)
(Source: revolutionaryrainbows, via frickin-weirdo)
