she’s whiskey in a teacup.

she’s whiskey in a teacup.

working.

raine.

raine.

ideally.

ideally.

(Source: thevrverdict, via nyu-tah)

"Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made."

— Tyler Kent White  (via nyu-tah)

(Source: allwereallyneedisweed, via nyu-tah)

please let this go viral.
the sky is falling.

"'You've got to be crazy. It's too late to be sane, too late. You've got to go full tilt bozo cause you're only given a little spark of madness and if you lose that, you're nothing.' -R. Williams"

— (via frankocean)

holy holy.

holy holy.

I love me a good rant.
@hvrleyquinn

cruelladetrillaa:

six word story: it is never really that serious.

Tags: vic+mensa

love letters

‘I’m writing this simply to tell you how much i love you.

I look forward to meeting you or seeing you someday; smiling or sitting on a bench overlooking a dam jotting something in your journal or simply just you enjoying a scoop of ice cream or crossing the street, just as long as i can see you. I want to prove to myself that you truly are real and not someone my mind makes up when i go through the lows. I know that you’re real but i suppose seeing you even from a distance would assure me that you’re not an angel that happens to be exposed to humans. An angel; the last hope for hopeless romantics; a restrain to histrionics our minds create around love. You write for people who feel that they’re incapable of love; unworthy of love, yet your words change all that, you breathe love. we have never met, yet, you have been a part of my life for as long as I’ve known that you existed and you bled on paper all that you are and more’

do you know what it means to wake up one morning and feel the weight of your world that won’t stop breaking suddenly disappear ? these are paraphrases from the greatest love letter a girl could receive. the GOAT. it reads like poetry and I just had to share this hoping the next person feels as electric as I did when I received it and it makes you a believer in that higher love. I don’t really care about what science says about lightning never striking the same place twice. you make me feel some miracle type way. x