Amanda | NYC | 18 ☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯




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 eyes 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

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

18,479 notes - 25 September, 2014


me and my friends
"You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him."

25 September, 2014

33,083 notes - 25 September, 2014

My friends are cool and its my birthday #happybirthdaytome

i feel like shit

17 September, 2014

im sorry

17 September, 2014

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483,959 notes - 17 September, 2014