"I don't want comfort.
I want God,
I want poetry,
I want real danger,
I want freedom,
I want goodness,
I want SIN."

July 18, 2012 - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

the devil and god are shredding inside me 

Kendall: “on top of the world”
Listen to me carefully.
Don’t you dare love me
through the blood of the girls
who came before me.
If you can’t love me
without taking the knife
to someone else,
I’d rather you didn’t love me
at all.

— “but you’re prettier than she was” and other bad words, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.

— the greatest thing i have ever read  (via get-fit2fuck)

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Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
— (107/365)

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Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.
— John Eldridge (via x09)

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Hard on in the Dior Homme SS ‘06 
This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul.
All Cowboys Need Pretty Girls (via ugh)

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