Anchors Away
Been breathing since 1995
- Tea.
-Sailors.
-Small waists.
-Men with stubble.
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Crying because you dont have your septum ring anymore.
Crying because you cant find your eye liner.
Crying because you dont have Edward Sharpe’s new album.
Crying because you dont have long hair.
Crying because you are not a ginger.
Crying because you are single.
Crying because you dont have cats.
Crying because your friends are all babes.
Crying because people cant see the holes they have ripped out of you.
Crying because your body decided to reject almost every fucking piercing you’ve ever had.
Crying because you are too awkward to make new friends.
Crying because you are too weird to make friends.
Crying because you burnt your pop-tarts .
(Source: hollow-anchors)
(Source: salveo, via roger-rabbit)
(Source: in-the-winter-i-wander, via rockabilly-kitten)
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
Or you end up going out by yourself all the time.
(Source: toxiccunts, via arguingwiththermometers)
