brittney | 16 | south florida | whatever bye

Looks like I’m spending the weekend with my boy and I’ve baked all day and I’m in a really good mood

flatsound:

this song is about suicidal girls and losing your virginity. it’s also the only fully acoustic song on my new album. you can listen to the rest of the songs right here.


to see you alive
you can’t be by yourself
you can’t be by yourself
they kept you in the dark
in a room with nothing sharp
until you were well
you told me that you were so
scared of what they know
but love isn’t afraid
love is using your first name
in the poems that I wrote

follow me to a home
abandoned at the shore
there’s a story on the walls
written in marker across the halls
that you’ll adore
and no one can see us now
like the sun behind the clouds
lets grab a drink for lunch
and wash out the taste of blood
from our guilty mouths
when you stepped into the light
I saw it running down your thighs
and thought what a beautiful sight
to see you alive

sunset-tree:

thanks // starry cat

when you’re not there 
i feel so scared
i know it can’t be right
but i wanna see you every night
i guess when you’re gone
i feel dumb i feel down
whats love anyway 
tell me anything 
keep me in your dreams
i wanna be the one beside you in the morning
everything gets so cold
i feel so cold 
i feel so weird 
when you’re not here
gethecool:

Sasha Pivovarova’s artwork in Vogue Paris february 2011

gethecool:

Sasha Pivovarova’s artwork in Vogue Paris february 2011

THE POET DESCRIBES AN ORGASM

sierrademulder:

My body fills                 and fills                  like a tumbler
of lemonade           poured by God.               I am
a hundred light            bulbs burning             out.
I am your           favorite dessert.            I am opening
and opening          and I feel as though          I cannot
open anymore or           my legs          would surely grow
flowers                  from the back of my           knees.
I am overflowing          the bathtub.           I am spilling
spilling                              spilling                   clean.

- Sierra DeMulder

eternalsunshinestills:

Clementine: Hi! Joel: Excuse me? Clementine: I just said hi. Joel: Oh! Hi, hello. 

eternalsunshinestills:

Clementine: Hi! 
Joel: Excuse me? 
Clementine: I just said hi. 
Joel: Oh! Hi, hello.