Flvcrescent-blog - Fluorescent Lights

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

He’s like a book; he has this smell of adventure and every day with him is a cliffhanger.

decimusquartus (via stardustion)

Now, do not misunderstand me; when I call myself a shell I mean–a used up bullet casing. As in, the aftermath of something lethal. As in, an echo of inflicted evil.

Amrita C. (via ravenreyse)

me: *walks up to a group of middle schoolers skateboarding*

me: lemme show you a trick or two

middle schoolers: *hand me a board*

me: this one's called stealing

me: *runs away with it*

*leans in for the kiss but just goes for my own bicep instead*