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My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says.
by Jin Akanishi   (via oxbloodd)

(Source: solonishi-jin, via placiddream)

magicktrance:

It is literally impossible for humans to not eat what was once a living organism. All known types of organism are capable of some degree of response to stimuli, reproduction, growth and development and self-regulation. If you are a vegetarian, you are still eating life. If you are eating animals, you are eating life. Animals (including you and your “pets”) cannot sustain life without ingesting other organisms. Just accept it. No one organism is better than the other. Eat whatever you please so long as you have respect for the life that was sacrificed to nourish you. Please do not go around preaching to people what you think is the law of the Universe when you have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to educate to people. Literally you feeling so good about yourself and your diet is all in your head and what foods are compatible with your digestive system. Unless you are a plant and can photosynthesize energy from the sun, then please, disregard this. Otherwise, don’t let anyone who needs to mind their own business tell you what you can and cannot eat. 

(via magicktrance)

Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love
by me when i over think things (via stay-impure)

(via electroflowerchild)

feelmyvibesss:

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Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.