The Latest

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You grow up and you aren’t what
you said you wanted to be.
You grow up and you want to start
all over again.
They took away the dance in you
and they laughed when you tried to bring the music back.
So you paint pictures in gasoline
and wait for the fire.
So you wait for somebody to show up
and find empty doorways.
So you call your mother and almost tell
her about the monster under your bed,
how it won’t stop growling even
after the sun comes up.
This is what is left.
And the years go on and you almost
think you aren’t going to get better.
You almost think that whatever
has it’s claws in you won’t let go.
But the bruises melt back into your skin
and the broken limbs heal
and your hands find each other
again and again until
that feeling of loneliness
was just an aching dream you
had a few years back
that you can only remember in flashes, but never enough for it to stay.
Y.Z, first aid kit (via rustyvoices)
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hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here
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hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

breezyashell:

adirtylilsecret:

thegirlinthedirtshirtt:

That awkward moment when you perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and you walk better than all the models. Rih

Bad bitches do it well

this is still my fave moment of all the VSFS ever
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breezyashell:

adirtylilsecret:

thegirlinthedirtshirtt:

That awkward moment when you perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and you walk better than all the models. Rih

Bad bitches do it well

this is still my fave moment of all the VSFS ever

(via evnguyenn)