blurrythoughtsofablurrymind:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem.
He called it “Chops”, because that was the name of his dog,
and thats what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star,
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts.
That was the year…

vickyisabel:

Dream On | via Tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/64901253/via/VickyIsabel

 Hearted from: http://wildworldss.tumblr.com/post/53120083299
emptyyesterdays:

“This is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” ~ The Perks of Being a Wallflower

emptyyesterdays:

“This is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” ~ The Perks of Being a Wallflower


As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it.

As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it.

tannermergerd:

Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free; and tonight was his destiny, and things like that. But after a while, the whole thing just wasn’t interesting to him anymore, and he ran out of things to keep himself numb.”

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~perks of being a wallflower
Why do I and everyone I love, pick people who treat us like we’re nothing? Because we accept the love we think we deserve.. (via jaders-411)
fuckit-just-live:

story of my life

fuckit-just-live:

story of my life

I just wish that God or my parents…or someone would just tell me what’s wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that’s wrong because it’s my responsibility and I know that things get worse before they get better…, but this is a worse that feels too big
(via happinesspridejoy)

lztybrn:

remember way back in 2006 when the wii first came out and then the entirety of the world forgot how to hold onto something with a firm grasp so much that nintendo had to make a shock absorbing condom just so that tvs wouldnt get destroyed when people would end up sending this thing flying at their tvs at 900 miles per hour