(via vodkacupcakes)
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
(via kiss-me-like-you-wanna-be-loveed)
Love,“ I begin, vodka dripping from my breath, “almost never works out.”
“It ruins people. It tears them to shreds and kicks them while they’re down.”
I try to take another swig from the bottle, and as I realize it’s empty, I throw it behind me into the grass.
“But when it does work out,” I hiccup, “when love does work out, the sky is bluer.”
“You wake up and the stars are aligned and you start to realize why artists are artists.”
“It’s a wonderful feeling,” I say, “but what a terrifying path to go down to get to the happy ending.
(Source: misslangelotti, via kiss-me-like-you-wanna-be-loveed)
People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.
(via hatin)
How do you ever know for certain that you are doing the right thing?