Always be Lilith, never Eve.

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We’re not afraid. Two more days to make it count.

All she wants is someone to notice; so sick of feeling invisible.
All she needs is someone to care.
If only they could see that she’s incredible.
She dreams of a day when she won’t have to cry herself to sleep.
Is our generation too blind to see true beauty lies beneath the skin?
So ignorant!
Are they too cold, too numb to see the lifelong effects of the pain they inflict?
Is our generation too blind to see true beauty lies beneath the skin?

– Memphis May Fire, Beneath the Skin (via weall-breakdown) Via bands


Disasterology, Pierce the Veil [x]

that odd moment when south park says something more beautiful and poetic than most television shows out there

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Via Dark!Stiles


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This man…

Translation: Don’t waste your time and energy on the wrong light.


wake up call

Love this man ;-;

Love himmm


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Via I Don't Know Anymore.


Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.


I must have reblogged this like ten times by now

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one of the greatest things ive seen in a long time

reminds me of “ I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”

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